Dusk in mouth
and cold in bones,
how's it feel to
be so all alone?

you burnt down your house
with all your memories,
firewater numbs your pain,
but momma, it doesn't
make you happy.

you preach your drunken sermon
to the deaf choir,
how many hearts to crush
before you retire?

Sad lonely lady,
I'm hanging up the phone,
changing my number,
for the last time,
my heart to you is
STONE.

04/15/2010

Author's Note: imagined...not a representation of anyone i know at all.

Posted on 04/15/2010
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