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Jess Hays Aug 2016
Doorstep arrivals are such a thing of haste
I was a last minute thought, nothing has changed
That little niece is about to be eighteen
She can count on her hand how much she has seen
Of you... My saddest truth
That doorstep never knew you again
That one Christmas note, it was your sin
I was delighted to get a letter from a stranger
But you never did write back again.
Jess Hays Aug 2016
We were criminals sneaking out at night
Stealing sleep, we were caught enchanting life
We were lovers at the simplest of the word
Never did we know, we weren't part of that herd

We were running away in that blue Chevrolet
An array of plans, coloring stars as they faded to days
We were something that almost had it fair
But I was left to hope you'd be anywhere but nowhere.
Jess Hays Aug 2016
Childhood hopes vanished
When you were trapped in concrete walls
Pleading victim, charged as guilty
Time and time, I watched you fall
Psychologically manipulative
Assimilating crime into your life
Not just you, but all of us again
This family, you gave no meaning,
Your words are so empty,
Too often you are missing.
Arrested into an orange jumpsuit
The locks keep changing on you.
I must speak the truth that no one really enters a museum of art expecting to view empty canvases.
Jess Hays Aug 2016
The saddest thought
It pushes me around
Reminds me of our temporary paper towns
A morbid thought
That would change everything
Makes me wish there was more to see
More to do simply for pleasure
I get lost, and find my self older
Needed things become memories
The saddest thought
How sad that we're to lose this night
Oh how short these times
Jess Hays Aug 2016
Her, him, them,
We, us, then

The congregation grew less
Until in this empty church pew, Only I was left.
I wandered to find a feeling
An emotion other than losing

Her, him, them
...me
We, us at an end

The procession said its final amen
Relationships now reaching end
They walk until I am left
This empty church pew, and nothing less.
Jess Hays Aug 2016
That long narrow road fell into view
Barely ripped in two, I didn't think much of you.
Rather, me giving all I was to a soon goodbye
All I can remember are the months that drug by.
Just ask, darling, and you could have had all of me
I thought you pieced me a puzzle
But you just made my mind muddled
The saddest thought ...
I would've given galaxies
Now, only a sinful reality
And this is why love will forget you and me
Because you taught it how to leave.
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