Broken – 9 | broken

On February.20.2012, in poetry, by disspaine

 

as i speed in this car

the trees a blur – bear creek

for logic gone i’m weak

and home is not to far

id rather drink the bar

for our love this is peak

my spirit is so frail

my broken heart was close

to the dream that fed – dose

to end my life it’s hell

to peruse you is fail

 

i can’t see it now – doze

 

i’ll slow the car and wait

for life’s to short for hate

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