Single I Like
Never meet your Hero's
Never revisit your past young Self
History or Ancestry
Like falling from a Tree
Scar's and broken bone's remember
Pretending words never hurt me
Are woven into our medical records
Like the sullied places our brain goes
When we desperately do not want to be alone
But friends are few and have more pressing things to do
Than recant the blues of old news
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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