And if you had asked

March 19, 2016

And if you had asked if my soul was free,

I'd have crawled through the dirt given up to the sea.

For in my years living, those I thought counted most,

you showed to be memories fleeting as ghosts

shots fired bang bang crawling through the dirt

encase in a polished casket this bottomless smothering hurt

bury it deeply inside this old soul

fake all the innocence and pay this last toll

replicate with broken watches time you slyly stole

Punch through end my heartbeats, with your smile in a hole

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