legs of women
I'm getting that feeling once again
the tip of my soul is running away
my feet can not keep up with my regret
I stole the dreams I had from someone else
the failures I felt were never mine or real
until the morning I lost you
a dozen lives have been lived since
a thousand miles I walked to forget this
every morning reminds me of you
who said we get what we deserve?
why try to find the fit that broke?
what form can salvation really take?
I'm lost in this land with my artist veins
I abdicate the thorns ventured past my life
trading words for any capital I can count
where does content come from
I've looked between the legs of women
and found where the strife of life began
Copyright © James Swartz | Year Posted 2017
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