I have been collecting
The pills are in my drawer still
Nobody knows they exist
The pills are in my drawer still
They’ve sat in dust
The pills are in my drawer still
I’ve endured pain to preserve them
The pills are in my drawer still
Waiting for that faithful day
The pills are in my drawer still
I don’t know when
The pills are in my drawer still
But I feel it’s soon
The pills are in my drawer still
For when I can finally say
The pills are in my drawer still
The pills
Are no longer in my drawer
- Author: No_one_special (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 30th, 2020 18:02
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 52
Comments2
Viagra?
Are you okay?
I felt the lingering of the thought.
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