There are some people around
who have not a clue
all the magic they work
with the good things they do.
At least once a year,
we should help you see
that the world with you in it
is a better place to be.
There are some people around
who have not a clue
all the magic they work
with the good things they do.
At least once a year,
we should help you see
that the world with you in it
is a better place to be.
Why is your bookshelf so bare?
Are your books out on loan?
How can you live without words?
Oh, you’re glued to your phone.
Revolution asks
that some sacrifice it all.
Will it be worth it?
A has-been, washed up
before I even began.
Such a promising future
always leads to a dark end
when promises break
and souls cannot mend.
Too late now to go back,
just wipe my brow.
Head down and move forward,
since back is farther down,
time to carry the weight of it all,
remember to smile not frown.
If I prayed, you’d be in them
if I thought there was a chance
to ease the pain you feel.
But prayers can fall flat,
whether you believe or not
since your fate is decided
with just the cut of a thread
unless you find the other end
and tie the tightest knot you know
or maybe super glue will work.
Ferocious,
Elegant,
Lithe,
Intelligent,
Nuanced,
Evil.
I heard Pat the other day,
singing about some battlefield
and my thoughts went to you,
another casualty of the war.
Do you remember saying
that everyone you loved, left?
That every bond you made
was sure to break within time?
I’ve thought a lot on this
as over the years we’ve strayed
and if there was ever a way
our bond could be saved.
But, you always made it sound
as though it was a one-way street
and the more I see it now
I know you are correct.
It was never about us leaving you,
so I see how you could be so sure
that our bond would sever
at the hand of your blade.
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Someday you’ll fall down
with not a soul in sight
and who will save you then?
Someday I will rise
and everyone will see
what you could not.
Someday you will remember
exactly what you had
and someday I will look back
and no longer be mad.
A late lunch again
and my mind drifts to you,
been trying so hard to forget
by inventing things to do
but in this quiet moment
in which my thoughts stray
it finally occurs to me
that I’m the one who got away.