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we lost.
we were barely playing,
showed up late
cussed each other out
finished strong
too not show up when it mattered most;
it’s not all you
i know the ball could have been better
not perfect, just better
we were never perfect
just humans
showing up each game
playing for our lives
your sweet song
beckons me closer;
listen to me,
don’t waste a hand on that clock
put your hands up
than down like a prayer
and rip the skin off my flesh,
carve me like the thirty first
dress me up as your favorite dream
sing that song that keeps my ears star born,
don’t stop
call my name
lay on your creation
took a chance
missed
story of an archer
quiver at the no
ready for the now
aiming vow
taking a bow
hanging upside down frown
quiet afternoon
i don’t stand a chance
against the sun
but someone has to
he stands tall without a rival
burning the less worthy
like a hot pocket
going around in a circle
unopposed
talkin’ reckless
can never get near ’em
that’s not the world i want to remember
if i exist
will my face be in tact
slippin’ off a plate
wet dishes
if we exist
past four hundred times
over three hundred tics
never one
to ask for help
rather bleed on the sidewalk
then ask for aid
at the tip of the blade
they prayed
then betrayed
all digging a grave with a heavy spade
no tombstones no markings
prepared for that future;
seems further by the day
Saint's Muse 