You pour the solitude of your being into your cereal, like milk.
I pour the soul of my troubles into my toast, it tastes sweeter.
The shards of ice that are my anger melt in my oatmeal, as I pour grief into my tea.
You drip liquid bliss into my eyes, make me see the love the world has yet to offer.
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About Me
- The Elf Who Stared At The Sun Too Long
- I like to make a difference, I'm a recovering drug addict, I don't want to see any other kids get their live's messed because of some "outrageous" weekend.
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