Broken apologies
From all the times life used

“I’m sorry”

Worn out whiskey bottles

From hands clutching glass

To sink the rising sorrows

The window seat

..where hope and my soul meet

Now submerged from the pointed finger

“Not today little girl”

Yeah ok..

Well I am pretty tired of this

…teasing burial of my dreams

So I’m gonna make like a fairytale

And sleep underground

Wake me with that kiss

When heartbeats sync with bliss