Tie my pony to a fence post
I’ve been riding on the dawn
I would tell you who I love most
But everyone I love is gone
Unrequited
Soul divided
Soon I will be gone
Higher than the sun
Season following a slow burn
Ashes scatter in the sky
When they disappear, I wonder
How to live before I die
Unrequited
Soul divided
Soon I will be gone
Higher than the sun
Unrequited
Soul divided
Are you with me
Still a mystery
Soon I will be gone
Higher than the sun
Higher than the sun
Following the sun
Higher than the sun
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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