Another inside thing

I'm sorry all of my works are public things meant for one who'll likely never see but here's another tribute despite these things. Maybe tomorrow I'll write about better things

I've covered the wall in words In case I'm not home
They're broken in thoughts
Like we're broken in songs
Thinking a lot of things that didn't quite dawn
Broken promises and lonely Sundays
Some days It's several bars to cage what's become
To drink some of my Shame
Socially mind you, because the price is much too high

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

Pour your hurt out, it makes for good poetry at least... I really like the closing lines.