Tuesday, June 7, 2016

It burns.

Arms locked around my chest,
Does his best,
To never let me go,
But you know,
We all have our own way,
And I must move,
For I can not stand,
Where we stood,
Have to prove,
The cards in my hand,
Are too good,
To be played in minors,
By doing the chores,
When there's a mayors,
With real players,
For the grown ups,
That also are adults,
Aim on the cup,
With a plan,
To back them up,
Knowing they can,
They will,
And they won't,
Back down now,
Arms locked around my chest,
Does his best,
To never let me go,
When we both know,
I wasn't made to stay,
With a heavy heart,
I start,
To walk away...

Leave me alone,
Leave me alone,
I'm going back home.























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