J.
U.
N.
E.
With each letter,
It's divided into fourths.
With each syllable,
You fade away.
As the days and hours
Tick on and on,
I feel you.
Dripping
Out of my pores.
Scraping
Out my guts.
Packing
My heart,
And taking it to go.
Now I can't
Look you in the face
Can't
Find comfort in your embrace
Can't
Stand in one ******* place,
Because my paycheck
Is running out.
I knew in the beginning
That this time would come,
So I'm not saying
That this isn't fair.
But when you leave,
My love will be lost.
Maybe I should have looked first,
For how much
You cost.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
J.
U.
N.
E.
With each letter,
It's divided into fourths.
With each syllable,
You fade away.
As the days and hours
Tick on and on,
I feel you.
Dripping
Out of my pores.
Scraping
Out my guts.
Packing
My heart,
And taking it to go.
Now I can't
Look you in the face
Can't
Find comfort in your embrace
Can't
Stand in one ******* place,
Because my paycheck
Is running out.
I knew in the beginning
That this time would come,
So I'm not saying
That this isn't fair.
But when you leave,
My love will be lost.
Maybe I should have looked first,
For how much
You cost.
