Have you ever wondered,
was it really a …
did the traffic suddenly change
was the fall
timed in such a way
that every factor
that all the t’s were crossed.
Because isn’t that what we’re left with …
figuring out why
understanding there is a reason
and this was meant to
Or is just jealousy,
she figured it out first.
I think her name was
somehow it stays with me,
the clothing line in her back yard,
with he lifeless body hanging,
wanting nothing more,
having decided this would be the answer
to everything she could possibly
ever wish for in the
rest of her life,
the last ten minutes before
she could breathe no more.
I’m sitting here writing about
I’m already the hero,
the delusional martyr,
the one that calls himself
but without the attraction
of the gorgeous girl down the street
who seemed to be the only one whom understood,
the only one who cared,
the only remaining factor
keeping this writer alive.
But who really gives a shit,
thankful for the job,
the composer who wrote their music
years ago with a completely different
outcome in mind.
Who is the winner, when there will be so much lost.
taking a break here ☺️ thank you all!
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