Summer evening

What’s the point

I know what it is but why does it have to be so difficult?

Put me in the Box

I used to call home

I feel sick when you do

I feel even worse without you

Push and pull

Yes and no

Come and go

All fucking day

One fight

Shouldn’t ruin what’s been right

Even though what’s wrong

Is bullshit annoying.

I go outside

And stare at the Brick wall

In my back yard

It’s missing a brick

The air feels cool

But the tension stays thick

I just want you to be happy

Can I be happy too?

Yes.

I can.

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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