Sober Me
Sober Me
By LoLa
The methods tried and never true; I’ll never have to wait for you
The things I never really knew; I surely should have learned by now
My lips connect with you tonight, the way they never fail to do
But lately I’ve been losing you in hazy clouds; consume me now
Cause baby I am very young; the way that no one really sees
Addicted to the hopeless pain; The way they always seem to leave
Flash me; jaded teenage dreams, and drift into my fallacies
The trans and bees philosophies that hold me closely as I grieve
You infiltrate just like a spy; to save me from this hollow place
Disgrace aligns my war-torn face inside this house i made of cards
So sit with me in history; wont wait for us to contemplate
Dividing us; addiction rings; one thousand ways to kill a star
The team we are in suffering; in every day the coming dawn
The fire from the burning bridge; we leave behind in tragedy
Fleeting dreams of poverty that never seem to last too long
We’re criminals of stolen time; so hold me close; for all we see
Im begging you to wait for me as razor blades take hold of me
Im sober now with vivd dreams; these ruins full of finer things
This disconnect; its just a dream; my waking state imagining
So meet with me in fantasy;
refurbished homes for tortured souls
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2019
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