MISREAD

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Die before your dreams,

And I’ll spare you the details

Of a life drown in old tears,

A wagon that left no trails.

 

You kept comparing all the days,

And passed on what really mattered;

One can’t be loved in truer ways

You did matter for girl I cared.

 

Like a pilot who’s been grounded,

Shouting to the sky that it is mine

I draw the plans to have me back

Can’t be that long, I hold the line.

 

Sixteen’s the number if i count right

of lines needed to say nothing.

I might read them again sometimes,

for we both know I missed something.

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