A head that's wired to the moon
Decides to cook another spoon
Aware the end is coming soon
He dips into his stash
So tired of his game of chess
Each move left her a crumbling mess
The day she torched her wedding dress
Her heart returned to ash
She cleaned up several years ago
No.knives or tantrums left to throw
Her life all tied up.in a bow
Before the head on crash
Love cries out as it slowly dies
The glint long absent from his eyes
An addict in his tenth disguise
Has no more dreams to smash
The heat around her king sized bruise
Was melting as she heard the news
The ferry man sold him a cruise
Two pennies paid in cash
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Comments3
that inevitable freefall, or so it seems
from a distance;
but when 'the addict', is a friend or kin
I'll bet you'll fight, till the end
if there's even a glimmer of hope
of changing their fate...
thank for sharing
Thanks very much LB
Sorry for such a late reply
Truly appreciate your time and comment
I love your poems and I wish you would write more of them. They each tell such a vivid story. This one, so sad. But genius. You know I'm a big fan of your rhymes!
Hey Chrissy
Great to see you
Not written much lately
I'll do repost shortly
Try to find one you liked
Broken wing maybe
This comment made my day
Ta much lady
Oh stevie!!! So excited to see you are on. Any of them would be fine. Broken Wing is excellent! All my favorites got deleted when you changed your name but I would challenge myself to write again if you will!
I truly enjoy the contrast between the tone and the content! Tender it bleeds with elegance…Good write
Lovely thing to say
Very much appreciated
Thank you
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