I use to cook for him
days 'fore we were old
Sat in the darkened kitchen
Just watchin’ it get cold
Days ‘fore the bed was empty
And I slept on one side
Must have dreamt while he
Kept his eyes open wide
I’ve heard the people sayin’
That it takes all you got
Tears and sweat and prayin’
Cause you only get one shot
Get it right/die tryin’
While years go flyin’ by
But all those nights spent cryin’
Don’t matter when you die.
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B- you blogged! I love your poem. Obviously inspired by the ex...but what spurred the burst of writting about it?
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