Bouben Eyed
I walk these streets all bourbon eyed.
Where I wish I left a legacy.
Nothing but burned bridges
as far as the eye can see.
Counting down,
its always come down to you.
You refuse to share your history.
But together were bound
by inherited symmetry.
Sweet is the journey,
so hold tight
ever so tenderly.
Copyright © Trent Kinds | Year Posted 2014
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