It’s empathy from friends but it’s pity from the others who accidentally spit on you whilst you’re in the gutter
A chance to make amends? Or just polite exchanges? Maybe sometimes call them friends when really they’re just well meaning strangers
Oh, I cauterized
Silly dreams that hurt my mind
Metamorphosize
In reverse
Find myself a canvas swathe
To revert
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
There are those who were my friends
I may never see again
A chance to make amends? Or just polite exchanges? Maybe sometimes call them friends when really they’re just well meaning strangers
Oh, I cauterized
Silly dreams that hurt my mind
Metamorphosize
In reverse
Find myself a canvas swathe
To revert
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
There are those who were my friends
I may never see again
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!