Falling Black
Yes,
I am aware i torture through you
And my confession and pennance
only bore you
But they are the only thing that get
me through this
When you don't call me and leave
me drunkenly passed out on my back
Starring at my bedroom ceiling
crying tears into my pillow
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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