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The best job I’ve ever had Is being a dad I get to see your little smiles I get to listen to you talk for miles I get to see you from the beginning
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I want to find somewhere to die Somewhere to lie down Somewhere to laugh and cry Somewhere For just you and I Somewhere to settle
Was it love or Stockholm Syndrome You always kept me home I never realized it ‘til now How bad you were for me I thought I loved you
Everyday is a challenge Some days we win Some days we lose But even then we win If we pay attention There’s always a lesson to be learned
Sitting here Wanting to ask an unaskable question Oh the hesitation What if it’s the answer I want What if it’s the other
Who speaks for the moon When the books are removed Who will whistle our tune Who will tell our tale when our tails are hidden
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I want to be lame with you I want to hold your hand As we walk through the morning dew I want to just sit and do all the nothing
When I drink The intruders they come out For months and years they mount Bubbling to the surface Sometimes they make me think I’m great
I miss you every day I think about you every day I call him as often as I can But less than I plan Would you be proud of where I am
Welcome to our awful house It used to be beautiful Now we have to fight the ROUS In this camouflaged chaos Cockroaches and syrup for dinner
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Dear messed up little brain Why do you like to make it rain? What have I done to you? To deserve this? Was it worth this?
I fret I’m cold, tired, and wet I’m shaking, thinking of the vet Will she take me today? Why do they always take me away?
