Poetry · Writing


it won’t change- with time

age like talent on the road

besides you’ll be with me on the road

hang tight the ceiling is bound to glow

this dream will grow and bleed it’s a limited time

and a good time.

Fleeting is the seconds wasted lying in a booth

all to hear lies travel faster then the truth

hiding in the league drinking all the Vermouth

will sing carols to the sickly weak

breathing in the week

adding to the tablet too

a dream only met for two.

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