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10-4-2025
Hard drugs under the sunshine,
Like feeling sick with a ‘get well soon’ sticker.
I’m gonna get what I said,
Sicker,
Sucks.
I wonder why I’m even still alive,
I feel like the ceiling and the room’s spinning.
Life’s tough enough living,
I blunder blind through the nights,
When I feel like healing I come up with some new bad business.
My momma’s face seems beautiful,
Bet my dad was lying.
Life felt better when I thought he was dying,
Those were colder summers too you know,
But nothing better than being happy in the darkest times.
In my dreams I got feet that glide,
Swinging like fruit,
Spinning around,
Weighted side to side.
I wanna hang out slightly above the ground,
My dirty soul flies high,
Sprout wings,
Eclipse the sky,
But the roof was the limit to my goals.
Copyright ©
R.P. Grcic
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