Poetry

Every living thing must die
You weigh metal weighing your soul
You weigh things like wallpaper
And then you return

In relief of being backed up
By bad light and bad luck
I’d like to see you in your weeping

Everybody makes a plan
And a plan cannot be broken
Everybody’s trying to be just
How can I be your only friend

Where are you, don’t touch me
What is it worth the cost of my love
Who are you to know that I’m mine

I know I can’t do the things I would do, you know
You’re just a little bit of a gift, and I never would try

Come home to me, I’m feeling so alone
You look on, you think you’re a loser, what in the world
When our love was meant to be, I dreamed that I was strong
Come home to me, I’m feeling so alone

Isn’t that beautiful the way
Man against woman
Man against man
A mother for a while now

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