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Sometimes people
spend their adult hood
getting over their youth
children treated wood.
I misled you from the start.
I adored your kind heart
and your weaker knees
spread apart to please.
We made our Love baby
no if and or maybe.
25 years we downsize
sleep alone realize
these rooms don't fit
sleep in beds of regret.
I'm insecure
bad boy unsure
born broken
first son token
Dad a war hero
speed freak curio
temper short fuse
love hate confuse
minefield stroll
security was stole.
Time warps are real
God cheats, will steal
minutes become hours
night's stolen stars.
We live in sideshows
freaks nobody knows
the rules to follow.
It all seems shallow.
It's right or wrong.
It's weak or strong.
all crooked rhyme
warped bent time.
Where can I set my pain fears
so as not to upset an apple cart?
I ran away in desperate tears
bleeding out from the start.
6 Alcott Lane disappears
the homecoming heart.
My life is not a page
full of pretty poetry
more like fire of rage
Hiroshima imagery
molten hearts boiled tears
flowers were never grown
countless wasted years
lives were never known.
I will write my first song
play guitar chords along
sing it to myself with beer
in fogged bathroom mirror.
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