ends bends & things that whiskey mends.
i watched a man walk down the road
and he was talking like he was rehearsing
a final goodbye.
i got my things, drank your whiskey
& left the necklace you gave me and drove away.
no plans of answering your call
or your whys,
didn't you know from the start
i was never good at goodbyes?
written with love by
Thursday, March 04, 2010
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