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Play Me That Familiar Song

Your shadow on the wall outlines all the lines of your body,
And as I look at the fragile frame I remember the lines you fed to me
I recall them sounding plastic and manufactured
Created the same way your sheets were, in a factory.

Your pillowcase felt so soft against my cheek
But now it feels like concrete
Scraping against me

I remind myself now how weak you’ve always been
And how I’d hold you up
While you were busy breaking me in

I’d wait on the front lawn
For you to open the passenger door

But you just hopped in the car

that’s about all I’d get after a night spent
Ignored.
A lot less than I bargained for.

You always meant something more
Everything you’ve ever said has struck a chord.





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Lonleydandy said...
Jan. 17, 2010 at 3:29 pm
I like it :D
 
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