A small child holding a teddy bear
Had to make decisions
On who to love
And how to love.
I didn't.
Strike up another match,
There's another forest to burn.
Another tunnel that collapses
More rehab, some relapses.
There's a well that goes deep down
And every new love is a bucket
Dredge up the tears, dear.
You can't live without the burn;
The sting of the cold.
this is brilliant. great image.
ReplyDeleteNot as good "Proxy."
ReplyDeleteThe image isn't as consistent, though the image is.
I like it. Good image. I loved lines 7-8.
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