drug.
i left you behind
yet, somehow you got
ahead
of me,
in the head
of mine,
wrapped up in these
sheets of fine
memories
and
under the skin
with divine
rhythm and rhyme,
thoughts of sin
and
new beginning,
hope
was lost in the kitchen,
a letter gone missing
hidden in the bliss
of re-admission,
written in ink
with a pen that
barely listened,
letters taking shape
and falling victim
to the music
in the next room,
these words weren’t within him,
the lyrics,
meant nothing more
then what they’ve ever meant,
but they sounded
so nice,
****,
you played
the same song
twice.
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