it was us
then our love took a turn
it was left out in the rain
it was then a pile of rust
so much pain, no more to gain
day in and day out, i cry
our blue sky is now dark gray
my side of the bed, i do not lay
is this the deal we made?
you took a vow to stay
now i need aid for what you left
a scar cut on my body and mind
tear after tear and wish after wish
both fall from each eye and from my lips
one wish is that i can stop time
i cry over the fact that you gave up
left me out to dry, left our love to die on the vine
try to keep my cool
play the fool as you go play in town
shut the door and then a flow of acid on my face
it was hard to move
a sour love to fold and put away
felt i had no clue how to push on
we morn what we had
i ice you out from the way you make me so mad
that is on me, my bad
you took your ring off
the docs are done
they own both of our inks
sign on the line
you are now free
now it is you and me
About the Creator
Steven Rice
Growing up I had many visions of what I wanted to be when I grew up. At times I was relentless on becoming a Power Ranger or a writer. After thirty years, the path that seems most obtainable is becoming a writer.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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