It's 9 AM
I close my eyes
As the sunlight cascades
Over all I've known
And listen to the birds
Crying out in a chorous
Of broken guitar strings
Let my mind ride
Away on their wings
Hoping they'll fly me home to
The two eyes and a heartbeat
I once knew so well
And wish I still did.
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Recovery
PoetryI recover in bits and pieces Never ever in leaps and bounds I stumble and fall back to you Back to us But hold my ground I tear up my heart To spill the hatred Yet I keep Our memories around. I end up where I find myself Where I should've be...
