Leave It
You can have everything,
but leave the pain
It’s the only thing
we’ve ever really earned.
It’s no mystery where you’ve been,
your tracks read just like a map,
And you wear your scars
so proud, like an army man
with another kill,
and just as blind.
You say no ones going to
pull your strings, hiding
under your sheets, sweating
shadows on the wall, drowning
in tears no one sees.
All the lies have been told now,
Water turned to stone
to fortify your demise.
Cut the connection
to the phone. Its
just you now, you
and your soul.
And now that it’s ending,
You can’t help but wonder?
“ If just maybe,
if you just might
have been...
wrong..”
Copyright © Gordon Lustig | Year Posted 2012
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