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What Do I Do Now?
What do I do now?
I feel stranded in the feelings I still have for you
peeking inward the canister for an elixir to ingest;
to make it hard to reminisce that you once meant something to me.
I roll blunts with papers I once inked with sweet words for you;
I get high from the smell of your sweet scent on my clothes.
I shrug at the thought that another fills your mind with promises;
while sadness fills my heart.
I’m trapped in our memories;
thoughts screaming and shouting wishing nothing but to converse with yours,
but you’re nowhere in sight.
As I slumber I hear the soft whispers of love and lie plagued by echoes of your passionate voice.
With wrists full of cuts, bleeding out our memories; my breathless body falls to the ground whispering,
“What do I do now”?
I feel stranded in the feelings I still have for you
peeking inward the canister for an elixir to ingest;
to make it hard to reminisce that you once meant something to me.
I roll blunts with papers I once inked with sweet words for you;
I get high from the smell of your sweet scent on my clothes.
I shrug at the thought that another fills your mind with promises;
while sadness fills my heart.
I’m trapped in our memories;
thoughts screaming and shouting wishing nothing but to converse with yours,
but you’re nowhere in sight.
As I slumber I hear the soft whispers of love and lie plagued by echoes of your passionate voice.
With wrists full of cuts, bleeding out our memories; my breathless body falls to the ground whispering,
“What do I do now”?
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