Tuesday, November 3, 2015

My poetry

The sadness hits like a shot of whisky
With no warning I am lost into a yearning
For what
I don't know, I don't know

I can see it far into the distance
like a flurry, it is drifting

Maybe if I hurry I will make it...

go

Oh, I don't know
Oh, I don't know

You don't' know me
I don't me
He told me that I was worthy
Ohhhhh, I don't know.
Don't ask me.