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Jan 2014
Your face-- it comes in the dead of night,
Those falling eyes-- that fleeting light,
What on earth gave you the right,
To push and pull-- to claw and bite,
The fight-- the fight-- of blood and knife,
You came in here in search of strife,
Just live your life- why can't you go,
You cannot bring me down so low,
Talk after talk-- everything you didn't show,
Don't push it back and expect it not to blow,
Your heart just oh so deadly,
Open your eyes so you can see,
Every stupid thing you did to me,
The end of months comes naturally,
Who caused the fall?
Does it really matter at all?
You’ve said your part— get up and go,
You have nothing left here to show,
All the words and up at night,
You know— looking back it doesn’t feel right,
The feeling I took from the time we spent,
Explains the way that my heart bent,
It was bent and burned,
Twisted and turned,
Ripped and wrought,
Left in it’s place an empty slot,
The time I lost will not come back,
But bad memories need not stay in as a rogue thumbtack.
Silver linings stay in every dark day,
Just close your eyes the clouds don’t have to stay...

Thoughts can be made anew,
Those memories can be slew,
The time I look may not be waste,
Just because it my poor taste,
We all may learn from what we do,
We push and pull as life’s working crew,
Life will fight back in return to every hit,
As the wall is broken— the room will be lit,
The sunshine will enlighten thee,
Close your eyes— One… Two… Three…
Now open— slow— and hold your tongue,
Hold your breath within your lung,
Exhale the air out to the sky,
Breathe in like its the last before you die,
Always live it like this one’s your last chance,
But never do the stupid fool’s dance,
If you do— you break the code,
You ruin everything since the start of the road,
There is a clear difference between the two,
You know— accidentally it and intending to,
Don’t do the dance— join the free,
Live your life how you want it to be,
Don’t ruin it with lies and fake,
You know— there might just be a soul at stake,
The end is clear from the start,
Though the middle is the most fun part.

--Jacob Dexter Coffey--
Jacob Dexter Coffey
Written by
Jacob Dexter Coffey  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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