Sometimes...
We sink like stones
Into a watery pit of bones
Sometimes...
We run around in a hurry
Waiting for our trial by jury
A jury of one, the one we miss
Waiting on some sign of forgiveness
Our heart aches as we remember
Each month from January through December
Sometimes...
We deserve everything that we get
The good and the bad that makes us fret
Sometimes...
We think we are entitled to it all
These thoughts come just before the fall
1 comment:
what the hell did you do while I was gone? Can I not leave you alone for a minute?? PS-good writing
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