Hotel Called Ruin
WITHIN a hotel called 'ruin'
(and many other words)
there is a Soul that loves
you so much
And in San Antonio there
is another building that
blood bled next to that place
called, "Burden Hotel."
Shall we all beg forgiveness
shall we beat the gavel with
suitcase in hand? And the
morning's fingers creep upon
the land and the shutters
snap close all because
light is like children and
tell'em to never do what
i've done within a hotel
called, 'RUIN!"
:: 06-11-2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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