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second place isn’t losing
just a daily reminder
that you have further to go;
i see it in the mirror every morning
a glow staring back
the brown in my eyes catch fire
run it back
the night we walked away
i want it back
the defeat crawling on my skin
i’ll carry it on my back
until next time;
i called you
you answered
lets spend time
yeah maybe now,
i think i made it
ya’ll, i think i made it now
down south it’s so sweet
why yes ma i can eat
just lay back it’s my treat, girl
lets spend time
i don’t need to rhyme
to let you know
that i’m worth your time
bad things coming
truth upcoming-
i heard your burden
the lives you carry harden
the walls you support burning
the love you carry turning,
run;
i crave
your hand in mine;
the touch of your fingers
a long my throat
icy breath
raises the hairs on my arm
like soldiers going into battle
your mouth moves
my ears stopped working
last thing i remember;
finger guns
& 13 going on 30
hiding
is under special talent
in a tree for a week
waiting for the sun
shame on me
laughing for hours
at your own misery
blood stained hands
drawing happy faces
on the earth,
disappearing is an easy trick
they never tell you that
it’s the staying,
that there is no guide for
i don’t know where this is going
it’s not you it’s me
i think we are just heading into differnet directions
blah blah blah
echo’s down empty corridors
empty words
sprayed on empty walls,
begged for the truth
met with the distance
and a beer
my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
bleak affair
warning lights
sparkling cider,
haze of cigar smoke
trouble
pillow case
scribbles of red ink one my forearm
a seven
a couple of J’s
and a smiley face
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