Tenuous

heres a poem. why the fuck not.


Theres four of you at a stones throw,
why do i feel alone,
why do i feel so at home.
its well known when you're not seen for months
its a drug induced coma, self induced.
I've never really enjoyed drugs,
but you love me doing them.

I stay at home cos I'm homegrown,
I don't go out driving
cos I can't feel the speed
and I can't feel at home

I'm fully grown now
but I refuse to leave my childhood friends behind.
I'll walk with them when I'm walking alone,
and write them letters which they'll never read.

I remember the way your eyes suffered,
and how they cried when I tried what you tried.
I'd really like to be home.

Everything is coloured lead,
its pretty obvious how white it should be.
But it's not, its tar,
and your shoes are stuck in it.
Lets walk home barefoot.



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