The way you spoke about the life you wanted for us was truly poetry
And never in my life have I begged time to be still until now
Just so I can hear the way you speak to me
I never wanted you to stop
While we were laid on the old floors
I didn’t want nothing more
I lived for your hard hands on me
And my breath on the linoleum floor
While your eyes stayed leveled to me
But I’ll die before I get to see that side of you again
Rare like the aroma that bleeds from fresh cut grass
Nothing last
Nothing was meant to
Like my ears you’d preach promises to
Now all your words are worth nothing more than my hand that ran through strands of your hair
The glances that we occasionally shared
And now gone with it was the life we were supposed to have
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Oh hey look it's teenage me.
GOTHEST KID IN THE TRAILER PARK!!1
(I think I was like, 17 here, maybe 18)
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