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by Drake
Rated: E · Prose · Other · #2222120
A poem about the one that got away
I told you that if i died i had no regrets
i lied
there's the one that got away
the one that worked while this one played
while i spent this one got paid
as i splayed in the shade drinking lemonade

i got you, the one i wanted
but i gave you just a shard of the one that got away
with a wiser mind and an older body
i tire at the amount of work that needs to be done
my freeway commutes are my darkest hours
where i stare impassively at this less than ideal world i've given you

like a hostage captured and tortured for unknown reasons
i scream at blank walls, just wanting to provide a great life
walking in constant defeat no matter how well i do is grief enough
to numb the pain which launches the cycle of failure again
and i look in the mirror, at my sunken eyes and heairless head
feeling the weariness of thought and mind
and see the one that got away trapped and helpless
under the deathly layers of time

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