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i have walked these hallways before again and again again & again my head rings as I recall the words my father once told me, things he uttered under his breath but absolutely hard-pressed what's in it for me? what's really in it for me? what is the pull, the inconceivable tug? is it love? is it wealth? is it hope for happiness? hope for an end? my feet hurt, my brain regurgitates these foul thoughts onto ***** plates the kitchen sink now covered in the whispers of lost lovers, things we said back then the smell of the flowers in the garden sting the nostrils, the sweet scent of that slow decay the fossils of the promises amongst the dead leaves & fruit not safe to eat the vibrant colors could bring a tear to my eye i was told you'd be coming home my back hurts, i've been laying on the bathroom floor, I can hear the termites in the walls, rats scurry above the ceiling, these wooden walls were meant to fall but that's okay, we wanted it that way my feet hurt, my back aches & my head is ringing, it could bring a tear to my eye and it stings the nostrils but i was told you would be coming home i will fall with these wooden walls
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
between winters
i have walked these hallways before again and again again & again my head rings as I recall the words my father once told me, things he uttered under his breath but absolutely hard-pressed what's in it for me? what's really in it for me? what is the pull, the inconceivable tug? is it love? is it wealth? is it hope for happiness? hope for an end? my feet hurt, my brain regurgitates these foul thoughts onto ***** plates the kitchen sink now covered in the whispers of lost lovers, things we said back then the smell of the flowers in the garden sting the nostrils, the sweet scent of that slow decay the fossils of the promises amongst the dead leaves & fruit not safe to eat the vibrant colors could bring a tear to my eye i was told you'd be coming home my back hurts, i've been laying on the bathroom floor, I can hear the termites in the walls, rats scurry above the ceiling, these wooden walls were meant to fall but that's okay, we wanted it that way my feet hurt, my back aches & my head is ringing, it could bring a tear to my eye and it stings the nostrils but i was told you would be coming home i will fall with these wooden walls
#love#sad#depression#life
ej-aghassi
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ej-aghassi
33/M/American
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
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