And you…
November 26, 2014
By Brooks Robinson
Became hard to find
Like a good day in the mix
Of politics/I lost my mind/my heart/my soul,
buried our love/became the building block
In the turning point cementing corners
where heartbreak hotels reside in the dead center of Nights
silence did not come Easy like cheap
Whores I felt undervalued
the way Billy holiday sung with blue notes swaying from the limbs of her family roots
I dug my self-hoping to find the gold I was told to be born with
But I just end up digging myself deeper
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