Tears still to this day, no light to get me through, a blank stare haunts this face- perhaps longing followed through guilt, and fear. No bothers here I intake the body shutters, I bite my tongue with disdain, but all that comes of it is a bitter taste of blood. What keeps the birds chirping? What if I started again, right from the beginning, would love still bind my door shut or would I burst from the stress of day by day nonsense? That harmonica plays a tune so sweet I swore the world briefly stopped rotating and I walked along humming every note contained in this beautiful music! I cry still to this day, there is no shame in this for I come closer than ever before.
A bond undying.
If I had self- respect remaining I think it left this place with you.
Oh, father of mine!
If I had some talent before, you have given me a reason to continue our humble path.
Oh, father of mine!
Stressed Out........
( I would share a meal anytime.)
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