What’s the point?
In not being a scumbag
If you’re at least half a scumbag
Anyway
Im not sure
If I’m talking about
Them? You? Or Me?
Half filled with liquor
Half filled with sugar and salt
Half filled with all that wasn’t
And still could be
Taste it
Disappointment
Mine?
Yours?
Theirs?
The Lego parrot is on the floor.
Lost at least a leg and half his perch
Maybe I’ll fix it in the morning
Maybe
I won’t
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Comments1
“Half filled with liquor
Half filled with sugar and salt
Half filled with all that wasn’t
And still could be”
Absolutely loved this part..you killed it with this one
Killed the Lego parrot too…
Thank you for seeing / feeling/ noticing something in these lines x
It’s my pleasure , your words paint a picture where I feel like I’ve known you .. if that makes sense lol
🤗
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