Saturday, April 18, 2015

19/30 Grubstake

the years of preperation
the struggle and pull of emotions
allowing forward movement
we came here by accident
telling tales of a trip we took
that neither of us remembers
not for lack of trying rather
it hurts too much to stare
this kind of dissappointment
in the face

I promise you this if you would
just leave, pack your shadow and go
I will grubstake you this resentment
wrapped in the lace you stole from 
your ex lover's coffin

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