An Open Book
Read my life like an open book
These stanzas paint a picture
If you were given a single look
Would you find truth in these scriptures?
I see graves full fast
While the economy dives
Were run by our cash
What a sunrise
I'm sick of this place
I won't believe lies!
I don't know what to do
The problem is I think too much and
There's always a second guess
What's the problem?
Something to prove?
I digg myself deeper
I crave her touch
But she knows I'm not the best
Now I don't know what to do
Cuz now I see I drink too much
What a mess I've made
I'll need a sponge
poem by ryan Cravatta
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