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I Can't Forget
Slowly spinning
tighter and tighter
everyday
the blues and reds and yellows
melding
a perfect kind of way
right turns
turning out alright
leaving the lying
left to lie
in the basement
casements creak
opening up
indiscretions
long put away
the coal burns hot
still shovels sit idle
next to piles of regret
I struggle
your breath draws me
but I can't forget
tighter and tighter
everyday
the blues and reds and yellows
melding
a perfect kind of way
right turns
turning out alright
leaving the lying
left to lie
in the basement
casements creak
opening up
indiscretions
long put away
the coal burns hot
still shovels sit idle
next to piles of regret
I struggle
your breath draws me
but I can't forget
Published 8th Mar 2018
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Anonymous
8th Mar 2018 7:22pm
Why is it we can never seem to put those shovels away? They just dig us deeper and deeper into regrets. Sending hugs, my friend
...Willow
...Willow
8th Mar 2018 7:29pm
Anonymous
8th Mar 2018 7:46pm
Regrets are a heavy thing to carry but served as reminders they can be used as a powerful tools.
Trips to the basement should be embraced for that alone :)
Trips to the basement should be embraced for that alone :)
8th Mar 2018 7:50pm
I believe you are right. I don't like to visit the basement all too often. The wine is up in the penthouse. The view there is much nicer. Thanks Sophie : ))
10th Mar 2018 8:09am
The basement, always calls to me when at my weakest points. It can be so difficult to go down there. I have tried to clear my basement out but certain things are impossible to move. A great piece. Loved your analogy and again you have a lovely flow to your work
11th Mar 2018 1:43pm
