Do you ever wonder down your memoirs,
And gaze upon the sight.
Of decisions made and choices missed
And questioned if you were right.
Do you see the tape of your first big mistake?
Playing over and over again.
Had you stayed. Or run away.
Chased by the laughter of men.
Do you hear the glass breaking?
Mother told you no.
And if only you had listened
Your friend wouldn’t have had to go.
Is the smell of his breath still sticking to your skin
where kisses he placed set?
Are they anchors to your body?
A chord to be played on a fret?
Does the vivid memory of Ben
Sting just as before?
Has Ben let you go?
Or do you just go back, begging for more?
What about your first time?
Do you love him still?
Is he too far gone down a road
With you trapped in the bougainville?
You look for the rewind.
Wish for another chance.
Hope to god that all this
Is just what they call lost in a trance.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
Do you ever wonder down your memoirs,
And gaze upon the sight.
Of decisions made and choices missed
And questioned if you were right.
Do you see the tape of your first big mistake?
Playing over and over again.
Had you stayed. Or run away.
Chased by the laughter of men.
Do you hear the glass breaking?
Mother told you no.
And if only you had listened
Your friend wouldn’t have had to go.
Is the smell of his breath still sticking to your skin
where kisses he placed set?
Are they anchors to your body?
A chord to be played on a fret?
Does the vivid memory of Ben
Sting just as before?
Has Ben let you go?
Or do you just go back, begging for more?
What about your first time?
Do you love him still?
Is he too far gone down a road
With you trapped in the bougainville?
You look for the rewind.
Wish for another chance.
Hope to god that all this
Is just what they call lost in a trance.
Sorry it's late. I know I usually post on Monday, but this took a while to come to me.
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