Tipsy
I remember times when
I would float on your vibes
We were still just friends,
Take everything in stride
Your voice kept me Zen
The ghost in my shattered mind
And the ink in my pen
You scream at me inside
Through memories I've held in
At least I know I tried
To be your perfect friend
But some things would rather hide
Inside the shell of inhibition,
My life is stuck in repetition
Copyright © Andrew Travis | Year Posted 2017
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