No need to parlay

Sheeee

 

She said a little that  meant a lot .

It was goodbye in the parking lot .

He stared down .. his boots were scuffed like his soul.

There was no way to speak and hold on to control.

 

Ambushed at the last minute .

There’s no way to win it .

This was just life , she wasn’t his dream .

 

So maybe this one wasn’t happy or right .

Tomorrow would be good , there was nothing to be gained by the fight .

As she walked away the good memories were alright . His scuffed up soul could use a rest tonight .

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