Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write. Memories roll in; of the things you once did and who you had shared them with is somebody thinking of you. Did I bother telling you this, with the words that cross teeth and jump lips? A poor choice of words, in wanting to tell you anything. But words dont come with ease. Theyre forever my hurt. Would it really matter, if you were to count the days left with your hands? Your focus secure and the loves you left; well smiles staged in photographs here until... You, you left the light on. Theres a chance I might have tripped, girl You were there to hold on. Ignoring the words of your obnoxious little brother; kill or be killed spilled the words from your mother. Ill lay awake for a while. Ill leave the light on a while. But you couldnt last a lifetime. Caught between here and the days of it; carving her name across your arm with every wish. Its hit or miss... her. I told you so. I measured distance in lines departing the rest of my life. But you, you, you... you had better things to do Liar, liar, liar, liar youtu.be/XVDyvYMoRCM
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 04:49:08 +0000
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