SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

Tears & rain …wet the window glass,
But no one see me. It does not pass.
Laying on the bed, thinking I’ve fled,
Trying to forget: ‘what is in my head’

I lose sleep, and accuse my (weep).

Caught I almost forsook my only ally
The worst is: I still do not know why!
“The night is too long for the stings”
[+] I’m well capable of certain things

I don’t want to do anything immense
Right now to myself I make no sense
I’m down. Looking around it’s a theft
Doubt and this south are what’s left!

© Ricardo Sexton

▸ RS:C||PHER

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