Petals In The Grass

My Reality

My cigarette is burning
Beer is getting warm
Lost in a day-dream

Thinking is overrated
Feelings my demise
A victim of my reality

Remembering the willow
It was the weapon of choice
Caught up in my yesterdays

Forgiviness doesn't come easy
Sometimes never at all
Some things aren't worth forgiving

Abandoned by choice
Left alone
The razor brings me solace