spurs

tip-toing on eggshells for eternity,

never wanting to expose the truth that lives inside me.

make it seem like we're good again,

fake it real like it should have been.

Punching pillows and breaking glass,

all i want is for it to last.

One more night,

just another hour.

This fucking life

can be so sour.

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<3 spur of the moment poems

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phil_carcione's picture

A tough subject covered very well.