A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave

You’re up late and you’re crying

I’m worried, are you okay

I’m okay, I promise


Lies break the levee

And I can’t hold on

You, your scent, your love

Are gone

Just sad songs and cigarettes

Prayers whispered in smoke

Maybe I won’t wake up

Find you in the hereafter

The truth is a bomb

(Image from Flickr)

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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