Left 'em hangin'.
Never knew what that meant, anyway.
Got a speedin' ticket on the highway to hell,
You had always been an impatient one.
Innocence, huh?
Innocence has always been r-rated, darlin',
Brewed like the wine in your pantry.
And then you bottled it up,
Refined it,
Opened it one starlit evening.
Popped right open,
Like a broken button,
And poured it for me to drink.
It was so toxic, darlin'.
So bad it stung.
But I still downed it gulp by gulp,
Sippin' candy, drinkin' pain.
Innocence isn't real anymore, darlin'.
As if it ever was.
As if you'll ever pay off that ticket.
Can't even afford it, can you?
Sugar smiles and sun beams,
Blasting by, and I still caught a whiff.
Enough to keep me hooked on whatever you had to offer me.
What was that, again?
You can't bottle love up, darlin'.
Can't pour it like that innocence you made.
Love doesn't react the same way.
Sad, isn't it?
And darlin', you can't pay off your BAC.
It doesn't work like that, doesn't work like your ticket.
But I know you'll still try.
Told me one day you'd catch me a star.
But darlin', I've told you a million times,
You can't bottle up the universe.
It doesn't react that way either.
Got a look inside your head.
Awful interesting, wasn't it?
Had a strange lot of color, darlin',
More color than I knew existed in this supposed world.
But you're still speeding, aren't you?
Still bottling things up, aren't you?
Still got more pain than you can handle, haven't you?
Blow away the star dust.
Let those sugar smiles crumble.
Abandon the innocence, it isn't real.
Pay off that ticket, darlin'.
Stop downing bottles and mixing the concoction of regret.
It'll get better,
I promise.
Someday, you'll hear the music.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoesiaA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
