you bury all you lose
your winter sky will come again
moon shining on empty rooms
these pieces of my heart I loaned
are truth as you flashback
you may try to shake them loose
to just cut you some slack
I realize I lost myself
the day that I found you
when you played your shell game
with the option to pick and choose
honesty that you once portrayed
said "you weren't my kind of guy"
too bad I didn't read that then
might've kept me warm some nights
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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