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Forgive me for my silence Just that My mouth has only ever been good For ******* things up I know The cherry pie you baked your heart into Still tasted like the lucky side of copper I know all that sweet Is the only way to keep it down I know you might think you deserve this You don't These scars are not some secret cuneiform There are no answers waiting In the long nights you wish would just end What we all keep forgetting Is there is always a place of rest You can rest here In my silence I am still learning that Still learning how to properly hold people Still trying to get my timing right Because When is it ever really a good time To say I love you I know we’ve all been told These types of things get easier But even if they did I wouldn’t want them to We are supposed to be complicated Like my awkward silence While staring you down in a parking lot Wondering again Why I didn’t say what I was thinking If you wanted to know I was thinking My hands have only ever been good for squeezing And my heart has only ever been good for pumping And my mouth has only ever been good For ******* things up So forgive me Just that I wanted to keep you here A little longer
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
Forgive me for my Silence
Forgive me for my silence Just that My mouth has only ever been good For ******* things up I know The cherry pie you baked your heart into Still tasted like the lucky side of copper I know all that sweet Is the only way to keep it down I know you might think you deserve this You don't These scars are not some secret cuneiform There are no answers waiting In the long nights you wish would just end What we all keep forgetting Is there is always a place of rest You can rest here In my silence I am still learning that Still learning how to properly hold people Still trying to get my timing right Because When is it ever really a good time To say I love you I know we’ve all been told These types of things get easier But even if they did I wouldn’t want them to We are supposed to be complicated Like my awkward silence While staring you down in a parking lot Wondering again Why I didn’t say what I was thinking If you wanted to know I was thinking My hands have only ever been good for squeezing And my heart has only ever been good for pumping And my mouth has only ever been good For ******* things up So forgive me Just that I wanted to keep you here A little longer
Amazing the difference a day does to a poem. Not what I thought it would be.
jon-tobias
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jon-tobias
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
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