Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines
As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind
Nothing will ever be the same ever again
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Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him
Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him
Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him
That’s when she pulled up her sleeves before
Reaching behind his ear to pull out a twenty-dollar bill
It amazed not only the crowd, but her as well
Checking again, she pulled yet another twenty from his ear. She tried again
Kept pulling out the money yet no one noticed his ears seemed to grow pointy
So many troubles were raining down on her
That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences
Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there
Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life
Giving up was always an option
Going under and never resurfacing again
Life would just go on for those around her
Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore
Doomed to keep repeating her mistakes like some deranged version of Groundhog Day
Rachel kept trying to break the cycle
Except she never found a way
And so here she was again
Doomed to keep repeating her mistakes like some deranged version of Groundhog Day
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Really need to define a new starting line
Enabling oneself to begin anew
So all the wanderings previously done are swept into the past
Excited to try again with the hope of fulfilling the quest this time
The learnings from the past are important, but sometimes you need a new genesis
“Never will this moment be here again.”
“Okay, but that means I will always miss it, doesn’t it?”
“Well you did just now…”
The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Reducing the document to confetti
It made her feel so good to be finally free
Perhaps leaving the remnants of their marriage certificate on his grave was a bit petty, but he wasn’t going to hurt her ever again
The roll was empty again, and that pissed off Heather
All she wanted was for her roommates to replace the roll when it ran out
Perhaps this would stick with them
Every roll of toilet paper, except the one she hid, was soon wrapped in scotch…
Smelling your perfume on your pillow lingering with me in bed
Covers draped over my chest like your arm was
Every memory of you comes flooding back
Now you’re gone, so I get up and give your pillow another spritz.
That way I can wake up to you again tomorrow.
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