doing this dance for seven months
my feet are tired
my bones ache
my heart is raw
i see reflections of this story
in pools of barley water
and i realize
on a long silent drive
that i can't do it this way
and i won't
be untrue to the girl
buried underneath the lace
and pretense
and substance
and i won't take care of you
until you take care of me
and if you refuse
i will refuse
3 comments:
i likey. is barley water beer?
bingo! hahaha. i LOVE you.
I wish I could put down my thought as beautifully as you
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