Gas Station Chocolates
Here's a box of gas station chocolates
for all the raunch I've put you through...
and a fist full of grocery store roses
to wash away a year of black and blue.
Enduring is the name of this maze game
An ounce of sweetness then flush it down the drain.
Never quite meeting love in the middle-always on the fray
oh the mind games that I fancy to play
sadist mime in a dried-out fishbowl-
Spitting out the gravel of the blame
happy Valentine's day cracks the crow.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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