Friday, September 30, 2016

It was a line

It was a line that was holding me
Something between me and you
Part of the tuned out distance
That was saying this is enough

It was a line that was holding me
My back, and the bumping elevator
That you came to cut
as a sign of your good will

It was a line that was holding me
And it was a line that you put in me
Running through my brain
Tipping the notes

It was a line that was holding me
It is the shame that you brought before me

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