those
lovely
questions
linger
sweet
tumble
deep
mumble
down
into
ure
empty
pockets
they
wrangle
meaning
strangle
screaming
begging
to be
solved
so
ask me
again
let me
again
show u
again
the
pieces
of u
that
nest
in my
chest
to
stumble
weak
& die
at ure
feet
my
soul
to
keep
& if
u lie
before
i wake
my
broken
heart
is ures
to take
forsake
the
others
who
mean u
harm
the end
is
coming
so
sound
the
alarm
u’ve
slept
too
long
&
they’ve
all gone
without
u
to
doubt
u
but
i am
still
here
with
buckets
of
pain
& a
generous
ear
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1 comment:
Beautiful.......... He doesn't know...... He is not aware...... He is blind to the beautiful mind he is taking for granted. He better get a clue before his time runs out. I remember. I regret. I lost a beautiful mind like yours my friend. You too deserve to be happy ma. Don't wait too long for a lost mind. Especially if he wants to have his cake and eat it too. I was that asshole and deserved everything I got. Hopefully he will learn the errors in his ways as I have though because this pain no one should have to endure. Sometimes people have to fall on their face to learn. Sad is it when someone falls on it repeatedly and continues the cycle. The programmed mind is a sad thing.
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