Sugar Water
She looks beautiful around 10am.And after - fades away.
This is where I was born and raised,
but this is not the place I'll stay.
So insecure, myself,
but balancing everyone else.
Went to take the robin's shoot...and as the bird flew,
the shot was blurred blue.
Waiting and watching.
Watching and waiting.
Nothing is going to show. I know.
They never come over when they say they will.
And invite themselves over when I'm least ready.
I honestly should be used to this using.
Water flowing down my throat,
burning the whole way down.
An attempt to cleanse my soul.
Gulp and it catches.
Close my eyes like that of a frog.
This hasn't refreshed me. This only made it worse.
Thank you, purify, for helping me learn how to cry...again.
How to try again. Better luck next time. Better luck. Luck's a party with no booze.
I don't like when the dogs bark this late at night.
Makes me think you've changed your mind.
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