Posted in Poetry


this world shift
puts us in a tail spin
without fuel -choking on fumes

i need an exit plan
will you be next to me?

i promised you a fairy tale
a night -ours alone
and at this rate
dont expect me home too soon

i have an entrance exam
and i passed with flying colors

( if it doesnt make sense, i blame the alcohol.)

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