You’ve got me wrong,
in fact I’m never right.
Boldly walking through your flowers,
Spilling sips into splashy mud.
The earth is slowly dying and we’re downing hoppy bud.
All my memories, deleted daily.
True love gets lost after pay day.
I’m not sad, I’m just ill.
Alone with my mountains and my molehills.
Always in overkill, wishing back to Jacksonville.
Alone in a dusty attic, problematic for an asthmatic.
Neurons mainly static.
I’m not sad! Im just ill!
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“Alone with my mountains and my molehills.” – Such a powerful line with nice alliteration.