The Injured Walk Anyway
I walk the streets
Where the strewn dying live as decoration
No one sees that I am alive
The eyes to see are frozen open
You have made your choice
This time consciously
You have heard my objections
And chosen to ignore them
You cannot blame youth this time
A broken promise once made to me
Has not been forgotten
And I am considering whether to keep all of mine
But that would make me no better than you
I know one day you’ll be back
But I can’t promise I’ll be here
Waiting for you with the open arms I said would always be there
I don’t make promises that I can’t keep
The truth comes out when you’re mad.
I think the things we say when we’re angry
Are the truth we don’t want to tell someone when we’re not mad.
The truth doesn’t hurt any less when it’s said in no words at all
the last line is really true
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the last line is really true
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the last line is really true
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wow i LOVE your work 🙂 i’d love to chat with you sometime
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wow i LOVE your work 🙂 i’d love to chat with you sometime
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Like alcohol, anger takes away our inhibitions. Maybe we’ll regret it later, but that’s only because we’ve allowed our conscience to creep back in. It doesn’t change the truth. Nicely written.
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Like alcohol, anger takes away our inhibitions. Maybe we’ll regret it later, but that’s only because we’ve allowed our conscience to creep back in. It doesn’t change the truth. Nicely written.
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Like alcohol, anger takes away our inhibitions. Maybe we’ll regret it later, but that’s only because we’ve allowed our conscience to creep back in. It doesn’t change the truth. Nicely written.
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Your last stanza is completely true.
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Your last stanza is completely true.
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Your last stanza is completely true.
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