brokenhomes
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Seasons come and seasons came.
We knew the problem and its source.
Vows are broken, mistakes are made.
Children of the divorced.
We have no title, we have no name.
The sky screams,
air is thick.
Seconds like days,
years 'tween each tick.
Tit for tat the raptors dance.
“Abandon ship and from her fleeBetter her than all be lost to sea.”“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
Grab the duffel bag with your clothes for the week, the back pack, and the instrument. All the while hoping you don't forget anything...... Across the road you go to the other house with your other family. A separate life.
Laying down brick by boring brick,
Walking step by lonely step,
The lies have been cemented in thick,
The foundation appears to stand strong.
Esteemed by our disgrace,
Loved for how we hate,
