One morning
To a mouth
Full of rain
Weighed down
In a bed
I knew I wouldn't be asked to make
Never ever again,
& That place felt
About as foreign as
A newfound sin that
Just begs me in for a few--
But I know what is/nt at stake
Like unkissed lips
on sinking ships
and all those hard roads
we must eventually take.
& I wish,
I had good news
Instead of bad dreams
& big blues,
I wish I could trade
This river of sorrow
For a simple stream
of song.
I wish I could have stayed
Atleast until we said
All we had to say,
but I never could wait that long.
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