An army to the east and another to the west
That made his position in the middle very problematic
The command had told him to flee and save as many of his troops as he could
And that was tempting, but this was the small town his wife had grown up in
Couldn’t leave her family and friends to become at most a footnote in history
Knowing it was futile, he gave the order to charge. Maybe it would give them enough time to escape.
Couldn’t spend his money fast enough
All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday
So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed
He looked to his mom. She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?
Nothing was the usual in that bar
Ordering a drink never meant that was what you got
Rarely did it matter since everyone was there for the ambiance
Magical unicorns walking around seemed to be enough
Reading books was always a chore for Melonie
Every page was a struggle for survival with respect to staying awake
Viewing the text made the words devolve into scribbles
It was enough to give her a migraine just thinking about it
Even the pages would cut the wafer-thin skin of her fingertips
When she finally was done, it was all worth it when she left a one-star …
Don’t think I can get enough of you
Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast
Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss
Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”
Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light
Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster
Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late
Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped
Never was he farther away physically from her
Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up
And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough
Reaching his decision, he booked his flight. Money is great, but being there was priceless
Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
Can’t get enough of you, ever
Reaching for you as often as I can
And never wanting to let you go
Very appreciative of every moment we get to spend together
Everyone needs to find that something special, l have chocolate
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
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