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Do Over

There were sunlit days

Of picnics and balconies

Christmas mornings

And final warnings

And I still remember

The last look you gave to me

 

And I hope

You're not watching

I cant stomach what you'd think of me

And I know

There's no "do over"

But I'm certain I'm not who I'm supposed to be

 

All that's left of me

 

I hope I made you proud

But I'm run over

A burnt picture of a kid in effigy

I took the weight

You taught me to shoulder

I got old and its got harder on my knees

 

I made mistakes

I'd never dreamed of

Every disappointing decision

I could make

I made my grave

And I hope I have love

To make every ******* choice

Worth its sake

 

And I hope

You're not watching

I cant stomach what you'd think of me

And I know

There's no "do over"

But I'm certain I'm not who I'm supposed to be

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Written by
brass-knuckles-mike
37 / M / American
Published
Nov 16, 2024
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