Gimp Verses

The 2 A.M Writer

I feel like an anchor's been lifted

But I've learned to love drowning

I don't really remember much of you

I've tried to remove you from my head

As much as you made me want to taste lead

Somehow you fit the shoe

My hope so low, it's astounding

Comfort is welcome to be drifted

Call it a love disorder

But I guess I just don't care much more

I wish I could I cut my tongue off

But I know being myself is futile

I only have so much more denial

Just let the smoke bring more cough

I'll learn to love to be bored

Adapt to my place and order

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  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2017 02:15
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 47
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  • Mellowman

    This is beyond perfection you stepped into a realm of Limitless Prose- thank you

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed



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