I put myself to sleep with my brain flicking through the page
Thinking of all the things I could of been
I'm not writing a poem on the Love Philosophy by missy Shelley
I just wish my life was more than it already is
My hands are worn flicking through the books, however I've been drugged so it seems I can never get enough
My brain is wired and tired of early night's dragging into the early day's
All because I think my life could be more than it already is
Sweet scented ink writen on dead trees drug me like acid in my veins
It's made me hallucinate of fake dreams and unreal possibilities and the horrids of deadly wanting
Now it's ten-thirty and I've found myself tearing at the teaming teases of two sides of my brain
Thinking my life could be more than it already is
©keirabeech
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