Aftermath
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The metallic whisper of the tin roof
Greets me as I enter.
Air full of dust motes,
Wall full of holes.
The lonely call of a blackbird,
Here you are
A hole in my heart
Waiting for the gum
To fill up inside
Friendly fire
In the game of hearts
I wish I could write,
Somebody please teach me to read.
The only thing I've learned in 12 years is...
Why X left Y for Z.
I can't fill out my tax form,
There is simply no hope.
Aftermath
The fire is
hot.
It burns way deep down in
your soul.
It sits there searing away inside you,
until you feel charred.
Passion is so familiar I breathe it.
It underlines every aspect of my expression
now suddenly, I find it pushed off
I suppose it was lost among shadows
cast by my strained thoughts
In my childhood
I climbed holly trees and magnolia.
Innocence was a summer day
Locked outside with your bicycle;
Locked outside with the water hose;
Locked inside your room.
Promise me you'll listen.
Promise me you'll understand.
Promise these aren't empty promises someone will make again.
Nothing stops the images.
Nothing stops the pain.
