Two hours

May 16, 2014

Two hours stuck staring at the blank page

No words left in my head

I'm at the stage

Where there's nothing left to be said

Our story left to be told

This plot still waiting to unfold

Will I be loser or the winner

The one she'd prefer to take her to dinner

Or instead will I be there at midnight alone

The jack and coke abuser

Drunk calling her on the telephone

Texting miss use

Wishing to take back all the things I spoke

Cause right now I'm just sitting her confused

Drowning away your thoughts

Hiding the scars from the times fought

Masking them in this addiction

No need for a prescription

All the symptoms inscribed in the description

I've become so unstable

Empty bottles left on the table

I'm feeling like an outcast

I'm stuck here living in the past

Hoping all these good feelings woulda lasted

I just can't grasp it

Wishing it could all go slow but it all keeps moving fast

All these things in the universe I won't know

If so I just wanna make it past the finish line

If I can all my trials and tribulations

Will be just fine

All our conversations

Woulda been worth while

If only one let you with a smile

Your forever in my memory

Forever a friend to me

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