LESSONS 8/2/2012
I hear the words yet cannot straighten the tracks
My train of thought one too many bridges burned
I hear the words and cannot take them back
The drain of regret and once too many tables turned
More than lessons we have learned
An animal not familiar but not so instant tears and grief
Your view time’s a golden promise I mourn the shattered dream
Here we stand together beyond reach
Our hands bound beneath the sound and steam
Beyond touch the lies we have heard
Love lost best lost never to heal none left to steal
Trade on your looks trade in your fears
Past mistakes not too old to feel
Close out the books reap from your years
Nothing sharper than the angry words
Lying in bed at night sometimes hear things I know cannot be.
I also know they are not memories.
Dappled sunlight on the bedroom deadbolt echoing
Hope and foolish yearning pleads
What are the lessons we have learned
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