The Fictitious And The Less Fortunate

 

I look up from the fret board

Through a haze of river water and wine

And into your brown eyes

during that “slip away” line

That you know is about you

Our friends, attentive but unaware

You smile, making it more special

As my love for you swells in my chest

And I choke back emotions I’ve felt

This entire Memorial weekend

The highs and lows of living and dying

Dodging bullets and feeling bulletproof

But perception is wrongly so much of reality

We must step back and reassess

and responsibly finish the deal we started

unlike the songs I’ve penned trivializing

the uncommitted breakups

of the fictitious and the less fortunate.

 

© 2016

 

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