You Take the Bus When You're Dead - Nothing Will Make Me Feel Better. Even the Victory Will Be Bittersweet
NextI can clearly recall
I spread myself so thin over so many years
Finding purpose. A heart warm enough
Recklessly, I salted the earth around my heart
Living in recluse has embraced me with such comfort
Wasted years. Pointless tears. Maybe I'm better off
I did not expect
A single thing to grow
I thought I was better off
In a soil such as this
But there you are
Taking root
And I'm glad
I sink in a shallow, hollow home, drowning in myself
I never would have thought I'd find love in someone else
That I was wrong
Written by:
Tevin Mike
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