Pocketful of Poems.

A poem from a collection of drunken ramblings pulled out of my pocket and discarded under the bed till now.





Through epic lines,
and too much wine
My burnt heart leaving,
and lost moments seething
I try to compose my broken lies,
and hopeless sorry lines
And within the moments,
by a goddess glowing
I feel the ground plummet,
and wishing my heart hadn't done it
I'm lonely and loving again.