Throw Dirt on My Grave

December 4, 2011
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You took these hands.
So delicate.
Your made your songs, spit
your rhymes.
Took your time.
Walked the line.
Come back to me.
Show me again.
How to love how to hold.
It's a matter of when.
When to feel hurt.
Scab these wounds.
Throw the dirt in the air
when you can't find the tune.
Dig your grave 'til your stuck
in the ground in a rut.
Show me again.
How to love how to hurt.
When the pen
can't spin fast enough
when the pen
can'tmakethehurtstop.
To love to hurt.
One in the same.
It's a game it's a name
it's a flame
and then it's a claim.
It's a lie and a knife.
It's the reality of a half life.
Come back and back.
Ask me to stay.
Show me how to love.
How to hurt.
These tears seep through your shirt.
Take these hands.
Show me again.
How to love how to hurt.
How to rise up through the dirt.





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