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Get Real
It was after the news,
if you can call that news
hype hoping to hold attention
a marketing intervention
but let's get real,
the fifth beer was sliding down
and I was a mess, not from the drink
well maybe a little, I was lost
like my keys I threw in the bottom of the lake
not wanting to go back
I needed freedom, and affection
I was a ruin awaiting on the sands of time
discarded and left
I had nothing left
I dug through my pockets
not a coin to be had
I sat down, giving up
closing my eyes to the past
not even wanting a future
if you can call that news
hype hoping to hold attention
a marketing intervention
but let's get real,
the fifth beer was sliding down
and I was a mess, not from the drink
well maybe a little, I was lost
like my keys I threw in the bottom of the lake
not wanting to go back
I needed freedom, and affection
I was a ruin awaiting on the sands of time
discarded and left
I had nothing left
I dug through my pockets
not a coin to be had
I sat down, giving up
closing my eyes to the past
not even wanting a future
Published 8th Oct 2019
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8th Oct 2019 2:58pm
dearest Tim this write filled me with a great sadness
I could feel the emptiness you're expressing deeply...
you are so beautifully passionate...
love Brenda ❤
I could feel the emptiness you're expressing deeply...
you are so beautifully passionate...
love Brenda ❤
8th Oct 2019 11:59pm
This gave me all the right feels Tim.
How we can linger too long on what is beyond our control behind us and not enough of our attention is dedicated to what is still within reach.
Losty
(:
How we can linger too long on what is beyond our control behind us and not enough of our attention is dedicated to what is still within reach.
Losty
(:
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
9th Oct 2019 1:30am
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9th Oct 2019 6:02am
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18th Oct 2019 3:18pm
Sometimes I read a piece that I feel echoing in some hidden chamber within me...recognition. This is one such piece. Kicks in the teeth a bit, it does
