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Everything that was expected from me
Wilting like the wreaths
Perfectly placed near the scene
But the flowers are not for me
Everything that was expected of you
A storyline that I had drafted too soon
And I feel guilty for the things I do
I'll shut my eyes before we meet at high noon
Expectation dies in a shot or two
But the liquor doesn't seem to soothe
Not the way it used to
I've been thirsting too much for you.
Copyright © Jonathan Smith | Year Posted 2019
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