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It not you it me…
Can I still write? My hearts not beating in cue with my hopes…
Mother mother, twenty years before.
I’m crawling away from my pride
Love will never save me, never feed me.
I’m like the walking dead, half starved
Beatify me with a brush, with a scalpel blade
Never enough, I’m waiting on those words
Some old magic crawling behind my eyelids.
I’ll wait on that prayer, always forgetting the words.
She’s tracing the lines of reality
I am only half here, only half mad
I turn my eyes to the sun,
As I fall on my face in the dust….
D.R.
Can I still write? My hearts not beating in cue with my hopes…
Mother mother, twenty years before.
I’m crawling away from my pride
Love will never save me, never feed me.
I’m like the walking dead, half starved
Beatify me with a brush, with a scalpel blade
Never enough, I’m waiting on those words
Some old magic crawling behind my eyelids.
I’ll wait on that prayer, always forgetting the words.
She’s tracing the lines of reality
I am only half here, only half mad
I turn my eyes to the sun,
As I fall on my face in the dust….
D.R.