does anyone else write to you … has no one yet paid your price of being true … do you miss unyielding devotion … or was such a pledge an outmoded notion
blind faith is its own reward … bumping into life attempting to move forward
are the children still kids … burned by water on fire just for opening the lid … they won’t soon make anyone … their pain is their legacy the weight of one ton … their success came at a small price … while the starving wait for your church sidewalk rice
do you still starve the joy … a man feels when he sees you like a teenage boy … who wants to take you in his arms … after you’ve rejected his skyward dance charms
has he agreed to be strung along … do poems decide who is right when he’s wrong … for I’ve yet to write one like this … the first one written unsealed with a kiss
proof that you I still cannot curse … accepting that I’ll never again make your life worse
fixing oneself isn’t so bad … at the expense of losing the only love I ever had … at a price you were willing to pass on … now that you have someone else to write the words for your song
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