Miscommunication

Thu, 10/25/2018 - 13:35 -- Yexonb

 

 

We start conversing but I become unlink

Coughing, looking at his teeth I must pray.

His damage tiny air sacs really can’t think.

 

From Marriage to Divorce, he begins to shrink.

Brain dry as a bone, like there’s no pathway.

We start conversing but i become unlink

 

Drowning with his own choice, this must be a trick.

Many missed appointments, sounds like a runaway,

His damage tiny air sacs really can’t think

 

A heart of stone, will eventually sink.

Nothing my hands could do, feel so faraway.

We start conversing but  I become unlink

 

All this time and it comes close to a tic.

Seeing him laying down like there’s no getaway.

His damage tiny air sacs  really can’t think

 

Starts talking to me my eyes can’t stop to blink,

Beginning to weep… couldn’t speak,couldn’t relay

We start conversing but  I become unlink

His damage tiny air sacs  really can’t think

 

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My family
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