That spot that never seems to disappear
No matter how much you rub
My hands
The lines
Shaking and wiry …
I am no angel
Neither are you
1 rollercoaster ride
Countless on my side
The tears fall
And stop short
To my surprise.
Where once I wondered if they’d ever run out
Perhaps this time they have.
When the last I felt something die inside,
I sweep the remnants, disappear tonight
“Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep … ”
And the song runs in my head,
singing those words
memories of weakness
not of mine
but of yours
for all you’ve said and taught
you have done nought
“Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep … ”
Love of your life.
Chucked so easily.
Chucked so quickly.
Chucked so carelessly.
