You’re Ever Gone

Said is dead

 

You said you loved me

I said I’d never let you down

But here we are

(maybe said really is dead)

 


There was this night in Edmonton that I felt so heavy without you I decided to smoke until my lungs were full with enough clouds to lift me from that balcony that we used to cry on together. After 3 joints I forgot my name, but I still remembered yours.


His fingers traced my right collar bone

Am I scared

Am I okay

 

I still feel you on that couch

And it’s been empty ever since

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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