Mornings

Hand on my heart
Small towns
Big windows
Heavy skies
Her heart
My eyes
We always say
“What you see is what you get…”
“What you get them with is what you will have to keep them with…”
I only know how to be me …
Whatever the hell that is these days
——
And
We all know
What hurt sows
She knows
Where I’ve been
And
Why I’m running
And
We know
Emory and heavy skies
Empty rooms
And
Hearts that stop beating
——-
We remember
All of our younger days
——-
It’s just a dream that keeps on dreaming
Emory
Keeps on building
Home and strength
And
I know ….
I know….
I know
These mountains keep on running
Memory and rain
Through this dark fog of a mind
This one life I have
And all that we’ve found
Maybe it’s a day late
All of these streets
Are broken down
And all
That we used to call ours
Gets stripped away
And the loose ends
Are frayed
——
It’s just memory
And
Drunken hearts
It’s just me
Standing still
Her hand on my heart
Telling me she knows
She knows
Where I came from
And why I’m running
Keep on running
‘Cause no one ever comes
To these welfare states to
bail us out …..

Her hand on my heart
Small towns
Big windows
Heavy skies
Her heart
My eyes
We always say …

-Regardingsamuel.com

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