Although astrologically a Leo, I haven't the heart of a lion.
No, more like a small bird without wings to fly on.
I'm a coward.
Too afraid to live, but terrified of death.
No room for love in whatever's beating inside my chest.
I'm not suicidal, but most of my idles are.
I'll kill myself slowly, by covering my lungs in tar.
And my guitar,
I only play when I'm alone.
I don't have a home.
Always burry my face in my phone.
It's all I've got.
Self medicated with ample amounts of pot
I dream of love and what it really means.
Created: Apr 27, 2017TonyStanza Document Media