twist of thoughts

Twisted

It’s all in the line and the luck of the draw

Some of us will, but most of us won’t

So, the days bring boredom,

And long walks at night

The airs are filled with memories,

Which just seem to want to stay,

Even though I don’t want them to

Say to me that it’s alright

Tell me we’re ok

Lie to me, if you have to,

Just make sure it’s believable,

Make sure it’s what I want to hear

So this night keeps dragging along,

Scraping it’s nails in the most defiant of ways

You should be here,

Here to see it all

But we both know that won’t happen,

So crack open a beer,

Light a smoke,

And get lost in the twisted halls,

The halls which hold those old memories,

Which I need to lose,

If I ever plan to sleep tonight

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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