People see what's
Behind me
All to often
The lack of myself in me
Separated by a cup of wine or a bottle of gin
I feel my stomach turning
But you can't see my expressions
You see
Everything
Behind me
Ever so often you catch a cigarette dancing in the air
Burning to the butt
A woman spat in my face
Slapped me
Left me emotional like a picture of love with a broken frame
I wash my face off
and pour another cup
I never pay my tab
Not because I am known
because I am unknown
People see what's
Behind me
All to often
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Author:
Karsten Turrey (
Offline) - Published: October 1st, 2017 03:29
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Comments1
I love this! I totally felt the emotion in it! Nicely written!
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