your judge and the jury and I’m the victim, innocent or not your mind is made up so go ahead and slam your hammer and let me hear the bars slide close forever.
Distant words never making it to their destinations
Resentment is strong but the love being held by the bystander is greater
The one in control saunters away with another, holding hands
Rings on one but never given to her by the man who’s alone
Miles from friends
Blocks from the abyss which some find wonder in
Others find face value, which fails
2 bodies in bed in the cold
One boy alone, scared and in all reality wanting the things he can’t have
Worlds colliding making things grow faster than normal
Boy missed his shot....typically
Now shoved between the deserts of want and the waters of have to’s he must decide and naturally his mind can only go one way
Forward, for he can never go back,
For what has been written in ink can be nothing but smudged.
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