Effrontery

Hey lady life.

You decide I should have a fat lip

As a show of strength and caution

So why have love in my arms

Have her move beside me

Slink further away and out of vision

If I am such a good man

Why is it so empty in this home

Why does it just feel like four walls

A box to contain sorrowed souls

So many people out there

On the streets, trains, commutes

Keep your self in your box

Eyes down to your devices

That keep you safe and alone

I am the match no one ever sparked

The starry night never painted

The poem unwritten

Words unspoken

Heart broken

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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