against walls
against walls she falls from grace
trying to capture every emotion
singing every word to every song
the nights are short but the days are long
as words shrink to the floor
she heads for the door
in a haze of smoke and coke and thoughts
in a sea of handshakes, she
looks lost
is this nostalgia? is this the cost?
nostalgia she has never lived
and never will
as she searches in desperation in every pill
the timeless darkness overtakes
the protagonist as she wakes
maybe this time she
went to fast
chasing a feeling that never
did last
the excess has grown to an
extent
that she can’t sleep nor prevent
digress. she must confess
is the name of this street
no longer hopeful, romantic or
upbeat.
@1 month ago#old keeping it safe forgotten memories nostalgia not mine
