Once I was told
I’ve been too nice for too long
I’m so proud of myself
Theoretically I moved on
Grandmas been gone
Our conversation never grew on
In this mix of music
Or Finding love
It’s what we lean on
Even through the rain
I light candles
It keeps his mood off
The devil’s tired of my pain
& God just put new shoes on
I’m still in a lot of pain
But magic is what I flew on
Nobody knows a thing
It’s in their face
They got no clue huh?
Emotionally drained
If not tonight
Then what’s the booze for?
Finding peace in vein
It’s all we’re really good for.
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Victoria Mahealani RC
Art decorates space,
Music decorates time.
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