goodbye, Rocky.

i'm not a fan of being lied to
no, not in the very least

but you've done it the most,
caused my heart to crash 
like whitecaps on the coast,

and i don't care what the excuse is
i know what your abusing, and this
is not acceptable,

so now you're just another fucking ghost.

another boy with a guitar,
i knew i shouldn't trust,

but hell, i blame it on blues
& bottles of lust.

don't think i don't wonder
or love, or miss,

it's just that i can taste the lies whenever we don't kiss.

1 comment:

Dorothy Lux said...

I've seen the rockies now. And the sierras. Air can take up so much space sometimes. I love it.