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Can’t You See That She’s Trying?
I wrote a song about how much you are trying.At what? Well,I think we all know…We don’t say it out loud,because it’s awkward to admit that you’ve been drowning on dry land for over a decade,but darling,one listen to those lyrics and they’ll all know that you’re trying. You are a few steps into a…
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I Saved The Best Of Me For You
My back to the balcony,eyes half closed with an unlit cigarette between my lips.Cliff is crackling and crooning on the turntable,and you are making coffee,covered in the blissful beauty of the morning sun.I think I’ve come this far for a reason,and maybe one day,I will work it out,but for now,basking in the dawn’s blessings,lighting up…
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The Day He Burned Her Portrait
The child was once atop the mantle,her girlish smile, chiselled into chipmunk cheeks,blue and white pinafore dress, the princess of the schoolyard,staring out at her protector as he picked up the frame she rested in,barely able to speak, or to scream,as she was lost to the fire.
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Love Is A Sickness
We went walking in the woods,disturbing flora and fauna,watching them all turn their heads,one after another,shock and shame on every face that stared.Maybe it was in my head,or maybe I was losing my mind as my lips lost, locked in a kiss that was toxic but tremendously important.Your yearning was a sickness,so they said,and I…
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Blue Baby
She smirks as the hours slip by,needing me to be needy,kneading my feelings into nothing,because this is a game to her.I am a game,though she’s too old for toys,my young at loins lover,paints me blue with her parting. Sweet Daddy,do you have to roam so long?I’m dreaming the whole day through,your ring on my finger…