This rising sun
Doesn't help
Fingerprints left on my heart
Everything I touch
Feels the same
Though
Nothing is the same.
Unauthorised
Remember to check ya batteries
Mine failed to alert me
I got half of the answers
I wanted
That was all of the answers
I needed
The rest were figured out
On my Jack-Jones.
I didn't require forensics
To tell me they were yours
I knew
By the way the mess spelled out
G R E E D.
Two years later
I'm paying it all back
Because I forgot
To fucking insure
The one thing
You snatched from me.
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2020 11:37
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Stay safe
I admire the control in your write, let it all out, every last ounce - only way to make space for whatever awaits next: repeat, recycle - begin again, let this dance of life, never derail!
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