A Poets Thing

Alexthomasdavis

Check check check

Shake shake shake

I’m going down my friend

Down on the ground again

What do you think my friend

This could be the end

This could be the end

This could be the end

Sometimes I love you so

You say the sweetest things

At times I can’t let go

There’s no more diamond rings

You caught me down my friend

Down on myself again

What do you think my friend

This could be the end

This could be the end

This could be the end

And words leak out of me

It’s just a poets thing

My angel smiles on me

But she’s just broke her wing