I'm letting go of loving you
it hurts in every pore.
as the bruises fade
from my skin
my heart's bruises
deepen more
the path
we walked
was jagged rocks
pain with every step
yet I would travel
back that way
to be in your arms again
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Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
The Goose Girl
- The Goose Girl
- Telling my troubles to the horses head and whispering them to the stove.
The iron stove
If you are eavesdropping by the iron stove
or standing in the shadows near Falada's severed head,
if you are reading these words
please leave a comment now and then.
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