quinta-feira, 30 de julho de 2015

Maybe she won't make it home tonight

Once i had a heart and
i played with it and
i molded it
into something that
people
just put in their
freezers
to lock 'em away
cold as ice
but how can
a heart
ever be useful again
if its insides
are frozen?

(i'm sorry for that,
sometimes i even do it myself
right before someone could do it
so i won't feel bad
for their decisions
so i won't be able to right
my wrongs
when i'm as shallow
as a your glass of wine
standing still on
my table
staining my woods
and my insides,
i'm sorry) 
 

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