fishing line works better then thread

heart on the mend

got my needle and thread

it keeps breaking

maybe i need fishing line instead

rhetorical questions of life

running through my head

there are no answers really

there's not much to be said

the year is closing again

its that jolly Ol' Saint Nick time

red ribbons made of satin

lay across my bed

hoola hoops in view

painted colors of the rainbow

cigarettes and empty cans

still sit near me

cradled in my hand tight

guarded like my cell phone

I've got a story to tell

it has no beginning

there is no end

short stories

captured in time

of all the times i walked the line

and the eyes that magnetize

dark like smoke

deep like the ocean

i avoid looking in them these days

afraid of what i might feel

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