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A lack of sleep an abundance of thought.

I thought of how I struggled to sleep these days
 
because everything had suddenly become nothing
 
and nothing had meaning.
 
I gave myself up to you
 
and you let me down darling
 
so I stopped caring
 
you made me sour, bitter, cynical.
 
Everyone wanted nothing from me
 
but sex, money, some company.
 
You called me a cold hearted bitch
 
I called you a prick
 
how dare you expect me
 
to keep that heart I once had,
 
how could I anyway,
 
when I lost it
 
in the palm of your
 
stupid hands.
 
I took myself to the sea
 
and I was a wave
 
I don’t care
 
let me roll in
 
and out
 
don’t speak to me, but do.
 
I will run from one thing to the other
 
I couldn’t choose
 
this man or that man, that drink or that one,
 
that confusion or this one.
 
I can’t offer you anything my dear,
 
let you and I
 
keep it that way.

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