its an iconic irony
small town big breasted beauty
seeking out the shining lights
till she gets blind sided
wicked men
with confetti filled pockets
all white
gets you looking for the types of bars that look the other way
so you can breath again
inhale
inhale
inhale
it sounds better than snort
and you are happy to have any sort of justification
life got tough
banged you up
hard
more than once
because wheres the humor in letting you get on your feet
just as you and I are
they is
**** grammar
you understand the twists of my lips
not because they have been pressed onto yours
but because  they have spoken truth
they have served a light house
you still ran a ground
your ship sunk before it sank
into you heart
i will be your anchor
i will
hold you down
i will be your compass
i will
guide you home