Sore Feet

I herd that…

Presentation is everything…

My presentation is everything…

My presentation was you…

 

Bringing facts to my…

Beyond what I need…

I thumb brushed…

The tears from your sunflower…

 

You almost grew tired of waiting…

Waiting for me…

Through prison doors…

The first face I saw…

 

Wasn’t yours…

I wasn’t unhappy…

I got home you where gone…

The neibors said you packed up…

 

Left last week…

I understand you have needs…

It would be selfish for me…

To try to get intouch with you…

 

Oh I tried to be strong…

My brothers gave me money…

Welcomed me home…

I was smirking…

 

Trying to form a smile…

Hurting so bad burn victim…

I bought a fifth of brown liquor…

Told my brothers I’m leaving…

 

I just walked from west…

To east…

Like ta hell with a open container charge…

I just came from behind bars…

 

I’m not proud of my scares…

I’m not proud I was lost…

You hurt me badly…

I pathetically wanted to die off…

 

Walking in the street…

Infront of moving cars…

I picked a ragity vaccent apartment…

Sat outback…

 

So drunken…

So cold…

Inserted a fully mag of tears…

Unloaded them down my face…

 

Crying in the rain…

Like a starving child…

Wishing food was there…

I sat in tears…

 

Thats how paper tears…………..

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