Hey there doll
Holding the world like a ball
What with the cigs that you smoke
You know I’m all but broke.
I heard you were great and all
The audience said you were ten feet tall
But where do you get all your love?
How does your smile fit like a hand to a glove
Don’t you miss the times
We learned about reading road signs
We didn’t get the kicks back then
Now fly while I sit in a locked iron pen
I am proud but a broken heart for you
I know at nights you wonder how I am too
You showed the world something I couldn’t even imagen
While I fall to rock bottom’s last bastion
If I don’t come too
and life stops mixing my stew
I hope you know bitterness I don’t hold
For these slippery hands aren’t as bold
Know no matter your future nor past
I’ll cheer till life is no longer vast
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Author:
Jake (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 7th, 2022 00:05
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 32
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