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The Philosopher, The Lover and The Poet

Wake yourself up at 4 in the morning
To prove the lover wrong
And the poet non-existent
Drink your chamomile
Then work it around the other way
The lover was right, the poet exists,
Goodnight

Wake up at 8
Nothing seems right
The philosopher feels dead
Missing too much sleep
Sacrifices, burnt offerings for the lover
Again
Or
Poet, give this a spin
It will get you even higher

There's a spot on her lung
But I stopped smoking
That was 2007
Who's there? Who's talking?
Not enough saviors
For you in this lifetime
Your sweet innocent lakeside love
Your violent life for nothing
I can't carry it in my chest
It's crushing me

Say your prayers

He's just a man
Don't be a fool
Don't make him a God
The philosopher, the lover and the poet
Are gone.
Written by PunchDrunk (Margo Garrison)
Published
Author's Note
There is nothing that heals me faster than the feeling of accomplishment, and I never feel more accomplished than when I write a poem that is not a fight with words but a an outlet for words.
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