I am here
Where are you
I passed my life upon the blue
Way out west
Nights with you were the best
Hands locked are known to confess
Shun the style in which I ink
I wasted life upon the brink
A barge floating across the kitchen sink
With the street lamp burning through my dress
Cruel winds and I
And loneliness
-tirzah marie
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Author:
Tirzah Marie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2018 11:15
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Comments1
'I wasted life upon the brink
A barge floating across the kitchen sink'
Thats just so damned funny or sad - can't make my mind up which way to see it.
Nice work.
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