Thursday, September 15, 2011

For Hank Moody

A life bereft of love
a new braird of sin
The distance of miles too far
but this sinful heart seems to have wings
Some things I cannot undo
The consequence is all I see

Yet I gammon the heart to forget,
yet dreams run to your doorstep
I know the door will be shut
for I'm just an unwelcome guest

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