Last nights fun, today's troubles
I woke up, headaching
my mind was baking.
Wondering did I come here on my own bearfeet.
Trying to connect the dots, who did I meet.
By the time it took me to screw my head on right
you were in my sight.
Smiling, smirking, seezing this oppurtunity to reminisce in my unrightful decisions.
You are my shadow, my consense
the very thing that's supposed to keep me from the devil's might.
But its alright,
we all make mistakes when it comes to the night.
Right?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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