I Keep Tripping and Falling on my Heart
I keep triping and falling on my heart,
and it seems youve played your part,
in the misery i see
when i look at me,
I cant stand my smile,
I keep triping and falling on my heart,
ran from a false start,
each hill i take
another draining mistake,
no ones ever there,
to break my fall,
I keep triping and falling on my heart,
its like a shopping cart,
everyone uses it,
to store their shit,
with no one there to clean it up,
Guess Ive had enough...
For Heather
- The Black Rose
poem by Andrew Rose
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