-not done-my parents told me a story recently, about the sweetest of old men. it went something like this ;-not done-
bob was nearly eighty years old. he had that whispy, feathery white hair, and the receding hair line. he often wore tank tops, that revealed the bulging muscles on
each arm, and the plum purple veins, that seemed to lie just beneath the surface, of his pale, fragile skin.
my mom once said that she thought he could be a mobster,
who was living his last days, through the witness protection service, in our small town.
dad told
You fell hard.Go ahead, get drunk with your friends.You fell hard.
Just remember,
When you drink yourself sick, When you want a hand to hold, I'll be at home, faking a smile, Just to show my friends that I'm doing alright, without you.
You told me one night, long ago, that I was the reason you were still alive.
I let you kiss me. I let you sleep with me. I let you leave me. But I refused to let you, Come back to me. And I refused to let you, Steal my duct-taped heart.
I regret the hours we spent together.
& I hate that I do. But I'm j
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