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Lost without direction
Empty as that crumbled pack of Marlboro lights on the ground
Lonely, a single towel on the line to dry…in the rain
Wasted like left over pudding in the sink strainer
Shredded, an unimportant document in the wrong stack
Destroyed in a crumbled mass of quivering stone
Crying beneath a flowing river rising
Torn apart, a ticket stub to a missed concert
Scared half to death with the other half waiting
Cowering within each breath I no longer want to take
Fractured like grandma’s Hummel found by a wagging dog’s tail
Dead, wearing a disguise of the living…and a poor one at that
Desperate to know that which I won’t
Lost without you
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
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Lost without direction
Empty as that crumbled pack of Marlboro lights on the ground
Lonely, a single towel on the line to dry…in the rain
Wasted like left over pudding in the sink strainer
Shredded, an unimportant document in the wrong stack
Destroyed in a crumbled mass of quivering stone
Crying beneath a flowing river rising
Torn apart, a ticket stub to a missed concert
Scared half to death with the other half waiting
Cowering within each breath I no longer want to take
Fractured like grandma’s Hummel found by a wagging dog’s tail
Dead, wearing a disguise of the living…and a poor one at that
Desperate to know that which I won’t
Lost without you
Ok, I just thought maybe you might be tiring of all of the love poetry. :)
