Just a nerd writing some words
Coral, I want to tell you that it gets better, But sometimes it doesn't That depression hits harder than those cursed angels fell to Earth
By Abi Briggs6 years ago in Poets
Hold your hands behind your back Tightly Don’t let them get away or they will deceive you Cut your nails Put the pills on the bookshelf not the nightstand
They say the heart chooses who it chooses And I believe them But you haven’t chosen me Believe me, babe No one could deserve you;
Delicate fingers Hands Hands Move towards mine Interlace them Interweave them Make a tapestry Warm Your slow breaths are warm
Casper, Casper, Casper What a lovely name. Did you not know that I am happy to be shining? Ah, did you not know that your walls would be confining?
Let’s get drunk again, again Call it love again, again The world don’t change But life sure does Let’s go back, go back, go back
When I was six, I climbed a tree My face became ruddy And my feet began to blister As I ascended my impossible Mount Everest