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Salt in Yo’ Game
Why would I hold my breath?
I already know the result
Boxed you in ‘cause you let me
Never redefined my doubts
Just disregarded and confirmed
Too good when it started
And all things fall apart
Minutes race forward today
And gently strangle fresh memories
My mind wants me to stay
Emotions motion to run away
Speaking loud and steering clear
Of uncertain and undeserving…
Love to have left between last month and yesterday
But the now has me caught up
Just another expletive on the tip of my tongue
Soon to be swallowed whole, forgotten
Until the heartburn comes…
Robyn Evans © 2009
