You're broken down

With that shattered glass lid
You cut your lip,
With every sip


The red finger paint
Left behind 
As you trace the highway's leaves
Reminiscing on an old song



Drunken on cheap booze
And ancient memories

You trod along
Escaping them



Kicking up dirt
Like a child in a fit
Every swathe relieves bad thoughts
But nothing is forgotten forever. 

Do you really want to
Run away from all those years
And weep such irrational tears
Over a few terrible regrets?

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A very good write, you wield

A very good write, you wield imagery well especially in - kicking up dirt like a child in a fit. Welcome to PP! Hope to read more! 

Let your teeth show