My Conclusion

This is where the story ends A young man fallen in his own mischief Times I shouldn’t have But I really adored my friends Forty days, is forty or more sins This is where my story ends Not a whole lot of spiteful Spiteful, unused energy A headache is simply adding integers Past chances is blown wind Reassure my friends That this is where the story ends Cole street No gravel below my feet Fifty silverware a person The next hour of continuous cursing Pregnant hostess With an infant that needs nursing Waiter/slash/server She spoke But I never once heard her Chips and salsa That mistake is going to cost you IOU’s with bronze coins to spend I wish this was where the story ends Do you miss me I’d kiss you But for twenty minutes now I’ve been observing you Through a glass lenses Nineteen years I’ve fallen before broken amends When I held tears above my chin Sadly this is where my story ends