this girl is not a gun
she is an old shoelace ripped and ragged
worn and overused but
unwilling to be retired, she is
lazy, but still does what is needed
holds tight and gets from A
to B, and maybe there is a bit of
unravelling on the way but she made it
why is life the only race we
don't get draped in roses and gold at the
end but instead burnt up and locked away
or worse, stuffed in a box that will not rot with us
and if the tales about souls are true
there is reprieve in that belief,
but this girl got so much cotton stuffed under her skin
the impact of falling from grace never scared her much
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 7:15 PM UTC
this girl is not a gun
she is an old shoelace ripped and ragged
worn and overused but
unwilling to be retired, she is
lazy, but still does what is needed
holds tight and gets from A
to B, and maybe there is a bit of
unravelling on the way but she made it
why is life the only race we
don't get draped in roses and gold at the
end but instead burnt up and locked away
or worse, stuffed in a box that will not rot with us
and if the tales about souls are true
there is reprieve in that belief,
but this girl got so much cotton stuffed under her skin
the impact of falling from grace never scared her much
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