Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Now, I’m struggling, I black out so I can’t dream. But I still see you sneaking through my weary head.
I suffer from a drought of medicine to dull self-doubt.
I just wanna drown you out with southern poison...
If I had a drink, for every god damn time I think about your pale skin dressed in pink,
Then at least I could sleep.
If I had a shot for every god damn time I thought about your face and what I lost
At least I’d get some sleep.