Other losses haven’t taught anything
So we wait until the funeral
Pretend things would have been different
Oh my go back in time
Do what I should have done but you know I was busy
Ain’t too busy bashing my fist into concrete, aftermath
Creator shaking head at my shame games I own all blame
Redeeming time incorrectly
Photographs mocking every second
Obituaries spitting thick tears in my eyes
No surprise, ultimately mirrors provide previews
Unfortunately, no redo
Angels screaming what are they waiting for
We love dead phone lines, inaccessible doors.
That last line is incredible 🖤
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Thank you as always 🙂 I appreciate you.
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No problem 👍
I appreciate you too. Your recent posts have been brilliant 🖤
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Thank you very much !
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