Bursting a vein all over the street,
Ambulances and suited men,
Youngsters looking for a place to be,
But I can't hold on to any
Too lost to care any more
There isn't any paper for me to write on any more
No distracting faces, parties or even places
To be
Just home or what I make it
And a sad sad voice learning he has to leave me
Because of what I haven't done, more than what I have
Someone like me who spurs this kind of shit on a blog
Dreams spat out to dust
So many years ago
When the stitches never healed
When the silent words were not revealed
When unity was misplaced
Love was there
But only for the people who could grab it with both hands
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