escapism

By
to blot away the pain by pretending it isn’t there
This morning I spent an hour in bed
Staring at the ceiling, plotting out the hours to come
Reading a book
Escapism
I met a man and wanted so much for him to be the one
I excused his every error
Even that didn’t save us
I read a book and try to forget this life is mine
to blot away the pain by pretending it isn’t there
I may never see you again
Forgetting about you wasn’t something I ever wanted to do
It was just convenient





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback