tips to pubs
walks to scrubs
touches to hugs ,"cries peace," the judge
but beds to bugs while hearts held grudge
as lights unplug "high-pitched" hear plugs,
trying to forget you.
cold floors, no rugs,no thugs, just bunks,less funks, no dunks or punks,past high, reality drunk ,mind sunk "hiccups" of memories,it pains to love, onces sweet,twice beat,feet weak,souls sweep, sad streets, hands greet,
wars "beef", talks, weep, cries retreat in pain.
price to fame,tears to rain,emotionally drained by love sustained from your addiction "pain"
my mind escaped,I sit ,I wait, I break then fake my weight,no food, no plate,self debate asleep but wide awake..
©undecided
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