
”There’s a hole
In my mind
Where the sun
Used to shine
Memories
In black and white.
But that’s okay
I’ll have a talk
With this dive bar
On a long walk
Along the shortest pier
And watch it disappear
Along the shortest pier
And watch it disappear.”
Alternative poetry blog.
”There’s a hole
In my mind
Where the sun
Used to shine
Memories
In black and white.
But that’s okay
I’ll have a talk
With this dive bar
On a long walk
Along the shortest pier
And watch it disappear
Along the shortest pier
And watch it disappear.”