Jen Juice

Some things are better left untouched
Even if that one touch means you embrace
Whatever it is that you feel
Even if it hurts so much

The more you live in a world
Of emotional distress
Rain will crash down and follow
Leaving nothing left to stick to
Littered and crushed emotions bellow
Like a sentiment from Woody Guthrie
I find myself almost dead

Remorse of that pregnant screwdriver
Banging against the walls in my head
The tunes wake me up
shattering my red blanket
Sifting through the memories of our bed
Shadow dancing
At the same moon
Finding all I need is
That love I am looking for
Ready and willing – I’ve said….

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