All I have of you, are things;

packed in barrels, filled with love.

Memories of a woman I feel nothing for,

i am the image of that face, I now abhor.


All I know of you, are words;

written with emotions, I have never heard.

I’m thankful for the bill enclosed,

payment for our wounded souls.


All I hear from you, is your voice;

filled with promises, made from your choice.

Words that no longer hold true to me,

my own survival keeps my sanity.


Come with hugs, let me grin;

stop packing barrels with all these things.

Hold me tight and don’t let go,

let me love you and watch me grow.





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