Monday, January 23, 2017

Violons, Heartstrings, and Such (Foolishness Goes Where it Grows)

Memories fit for a king
Present day peasant instead
Promised a pause in the scene
Stopped and left starving, unfed
Simple revisionist view
I kept the truth like tattoos
Tell all your tales if it helps
Mine told to bottles of booze
I list to check every box
Ending for sake of an end
Clenching the facts in a fist
Letters you’re too scared to send
Some pregnant pauses birth not
Nothing was born of your break
Never should give what I gave
Found out you just meant to take


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