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I am no longer mad at you
I forgave you a long time ago
I just know you will never change
That's why I had to let you go
I am not mad at you. I am just tired.
 Mar 2019 elle jaxsun
JaxSpade
Stopping by my heart
You said a few words
That beat when it pumped

It momentarily stopped
From the shock of your response

You wished it broken

Instead of CPR
You ripped it apart
While it was open

What did you want
When you stabbed it in the gut
After you'd spoken

Murmurs of innocent
You stopped by the disintegrate
To hear it thumping

It felt the attack
Arrested in cardiac
Now it never wants you to visit
 Mar 2019 elle jaxsun
JaxSpade
Traveling down that ghost town
Tumbling through the weeds
I'm nothing like a cowboy
And I haven't a gun to sling


I'm just an old man lost
In what's left of sanity


I'm wearing old kicks
On a dusty road ghost town
I've got a crack in my lips
From the sun beaten on down

I need a place to rest
But no one is around
I cannot find a bed
So I'll settle for a campground


I'm just an old man lost
In what's left of sanity


I found an old saloon
With a ghost serving whiskey
And he dared to impugn
Why I was so thirsty

He kept pouring more rounds
At my requests to hurt me
I was the only one in town
And like me it was emptied


I'm just an old man lost
In what's left of sanity



Drunken in walk
I fell into my cot
My fire burned out
So I laid in the dark

Staring at the stars
I was the loneliest scar
Lost in a ghost town
With vacant bazaars


I'm just an old old man
Lost
In what's left
       Of Sanity
 Mar 2019 elle jaxsun
Chloe
Blue
 Mar 2019 elle jaxsun
Chloe
You had no clue
That i loved you
Now my heart
Is so f*cking blue
 Mar 2019 elle jaxsun
Sophia L
Sorry,
I love myself more.
 Mar 2019 elle jaxsun
Max
Rotten
 Mar 2019 elle jaxsun
Max
There's place for so much beauty when you cut off the rotten roots.
Metaphor
From the heartbeat
of Mother Earth
through the soft clouds
above sunny skies ,
walking with Angels
dreaming of heaven ,
a man on the moon
dwell with the stars
an affair of the mind
shines brilliantly bright
in deep gratitude,
I am poet
because I adore
how it feels to be free!
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