Poetry For Everyday People
Sadlly
I am surprised, now,
when people
keep their word,
how sweet when
that happens,
feels like
Christmas morning
man, doesn't it,
as if we were
being kissed
for the first time,
we get almost teary
eyed inside when
people come through,
holly mushroom
goosebumps
integrity is the
lacking force
of humanity,
we can't actually
move forward or begin
to understand
or rise above
when we're being
stabbed in the back,
so we close ourselves
in, crack the window
to breath, turn off
the lights, turn off
the phone, light
a candle, smoke
our smoke, pour
the red wine and do
what we gotta
do.
when people
keep their word,
how sweet when
that happens,
feels like
Christmas morning
man, doesn't it,
as if we were
being kissed
for the first time,
we get almost teary
eyed inside when
people come through,
holly mushroom
goosebumps
integrity is the
lacking force
of humanity,
we can't actually
move forward or begin
to understand
or rise above
when we're being
stabbed in the back,
so we close ourselves
in, crack the window
to breath, turn off
the lights, turn off
the phone, light
a candle, smoke
our smoke, pour
the red wine and do
what we gotta
do.
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