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Fold
I’ve seen the sun
Looked it right in its burning eyes.
It gave me that look
I said hey I know what I do is wrong
but I’m just trying to make a living
Just trying to feel, like everyone else.
Close the car door.
Don’t put the radio on.
Drive home alone
Don’t act like this is new
Sway yourself back to bed
Creature of habits
Days dealt with the same hand
I fold every time
You need to get back on
You need to get back on here and keep writing/posting. I'll be waiting!
Amazing poem. I love your stuff. Always have.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.