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Bruised Loser

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Dissecting the frogs in my throat,
Viral disease transmission,
Unloading the chamber,
Confessing sins to my friends,
All Sunday morning - easy.


I already know
that money can't buy hope.
Witnessed the devil in me,
Honey, even that ain't scary.


But, Sweetheart,
I did more than hope for you.
I prayed to any Lord that would listen.


I'd been so tired of singing the blues;
So, I prayed for you.
Promised I'd never ask for anything else;
I put old hopes up on the shelf.


And there you stood.


Finally, I believed
Without the need for proof.

Now,

The only thing painful
About loving you is knowing
That one day
It's your life I've got to learn to lose.



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2 Replies to “Bruised Loser”

  1. Isn’t that always what happens, no matter how much we think we love someone there are always complications. We just have to learn to live with them or make them leave.

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