Tuesday, February 15, 2011

My last, *maybe* note.


For the record,
It was never fair to me.
If you were me tonight,
You'd know the words how they hurt.
A song for a goodbye so good.
If each word they'd say.
Was a stab to my thoughts.
I've them right here, dead.

This is a goodbye note.
For the last time, maybe.
This is just my thoughts talking, maybe.
If they're alive still.
Maybe, maybe.

For the future,
The poets they need the pain.
If I feel it again.
I've started trying to turn away.
For the times I'll cheat.
Keep the papers in my pockets.
Never to reveal,
Burning at sundown.
Things I'll never want you to see.
To keep them alive,
To keep the things I think,
Alive.

This is a goodbye note.
For the last time, maybe.
This is just my thoughts talking, maybe.
If they're alive still.
Maybe, maybe.

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