rolling by, thinking of one
they move twice, say third’s a charm
we were never any harm but our own
emotions too far overgrown with only an endless hope
pen in hand, mind’s stuck in reverse
past with present and worry of never
move along, be afraid – the lonesome soaks, this i know
no hope, just a dope stuck in a melancholy field
rinse, let the anchor go
gazing out of the coffee shop window
the words, shots and cancer that brought never
essentially a bother of my own with a cosigned love
light, the fixture and the sadness that never brought a positive
gone with a sense of past importance
a whip stricken with our eternity, leaving marks and scars i never asked for
moving slow, occasional blow here and there
the wind and breeze, fear of yesterday and emotions held top-shelf
smoking in hell while burning for you
the fuel, the blue, there’s no water here
but i promise i’m always here, regardless all the fears
whether you have no hair, one leg, no limbs, a single tooth or toe
i’m always here, the coffee shop window wondering whether or not you figured out this life and why i never gave up and said those words you always feared
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