Nostalgia
We know it.
Heartache
Heartbreak
Pain and suffering...
who could resist?
Ups and downs
I like how that sounds.
It exists...
Or does it?
About time you
Finally
Came around.
Weep into your pillow.
A field full of
Willows.
Apple trees
Honey bees
Sweets with a stinger...
It was just a dream.
I love you
I need you
I miss you.
Words tattooed on my wrist.
Truer words never said.
One of my life's
Little twists.
Don't make this about you
Don't put it on me.
Keep those words
Out of your mouth
Never again
Not in this house.
Life behind bars.
Lights so bright
Can’t see the stars
At night.
Is this really
Me
Paying my
Debt
To society?
Dollar Dollar bill.
.20 cents an hour...
Slave labor
State wage.
With
Three hots and a cot
Writer’s block?
laundry is on Mondays.
We get old
Get over it.
No regrets
Don’t we know it.
Were only punishing
Ourselves.
About the Creator
Neil Heddings
Star I write so I can learn to live with who I am without destroying myself as punishment. Learn to love yourself if you ever hope to love at all.
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