Five of Eight Two
Wont you please loose
My neck in this noose
A terrible mole
Digs deep in my soul
she leaves a dark hole
So fill it with pain
It's all that remains
There's nothing left said
When a dream is just dead
So toss it away
For another someday
It's just how it's played
This slow painful game
Left with the stain
An image in my brain
Of what might have only been
It's not what you say
But how you display
The way that you are
My toes in the tar
On a freshly paved lot
In the summer so hot
Undone by my love
I'm dreaming of
Copyright © Jeffrey Holcomb | Year Posted 2006
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