The best times seem to find him
Certainly unworth the wait
Tear the skin right off his chest
To show just what's at stake

The good times seem to find her
Cold and weathered before the squall
With arms beloved and open
Reaching outwards during the fall

The bad times seem to find us
When we can barely take the heat
Naked, left ashamed
In the middle of the street

For everything he wants to end
He'll keep the lines he needs to spin
To think so he'll relive it when
Replays rewind and play again
What's in his mind as silence crept
He'd dream it up while others slept
With lock and key he'll keep it kept
Away and safe from mental theft

...

If I could take this poem back to start
It would always end the same
Because I never got the hang of this
And I'll always be afraid
You can't look to me to answer
When there's nothing left to say
I never really knew the words
To fill this waste of space.

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