Feb 2015
There was a time yours
meant a lot to me,
but now they run
over and over
in my mind
on repeat,
haunting me.
Like a hit and run driver,
tax disk empty.
Is that what all
those deep words
filling up
my glass were?
Empty.
Cruel how words last centuries.
meant a lot to me,
but now they run
over and over
in my mind
on repeat,
haunting me.
Like a hit and run driver,
tax disk empty.
Is that what all
those deep words
filling up
my glass were?
Empty.
Cruel how words last centuries.
Coming from a writer it sounds like an odd thing but for me any way they really don't mean much without the Action..Or perhaps the words are an action in themselves...
(London)
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