sweet nothings..
i wake up and find myself rubbing on emptiness 😌
stretching to the limitations of my high
lifted as I exhale and feel free as a butterfly
this dark storm cloud now pelts me with hale
and all of a sudden my feelings fall stale
sweet everything turns into sweet nothings
burning my memory for the new cunning..
old faces would be delighted to see my run in
but there’s no going back.. I’m going far and yes..
I’m running!














