dear life,
i break a little more each passing day,
i misplace too many scribbles along the way,
tell me, dear life, my faithful companion,
what have you got to say?
I mean it wasn’t really my call,
or was it,
but then again,
isn’t this whole shindig,
your gig after all?
on flimsy whims,
under tepid prodding,
the heart bleeds,
its blood-like tears
dripping,
soaked up by the waiting earth
yawning
the sun stretches its embrace
wrapping me in warmth
& peace
the peaceful warmth felt
in gentle dreams
each time i see his face
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