Story teller

 

This life is going too fast.
Holding hands, hauling ass.
One day we were kissing,
Now in all the pictures with holes,
I am missing.


You cut me out of your life through spite,
Because I couldn’t love you like,
You needed to be loved;
By another man with a job.
I couldn’t be the one that you could plan a future with.
One of us wanted to raise kids.
One of us was left behind.
One of us was left to cry.


If only we could have cried together;
Tried even harder…
Maybe we wouldn’t have become fertilizer.
We would never have had to sever the bond we had.
Now I am loves survivor.


I carry on in human form,
Wandering this world alone,
Since the day that I was born.
Left again on church steps.
Begging for milk and a place to rest;
But the time has come where I am no longer undone.
I think that I am strong enough,
To stand.
Maybe at last I can become a man.


So forward I stride into the rest of my life.
I walk along the beaten path.
The smile on my face shows you my past,
Has been laid down to rest, because that is that.
A forgotten memory of the former me.
You see the actual soul I call myself is frozen in another Hell,
That feels like home; it’s somewhere to be.


On concrete roads I am sure of nothing.
That I know.
So forward I go, alone, no place to call my home.


I need a heart to love always,
But I am in pieces, because love only walks away
And at the end of the day I remain the same.
A ghost hanging onto a former glory.
These things they all change.
Time to write a better story.


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