Poetry Pavement

Vows and Tears

Taking out those hurtful words,

One by bloody fucking one,

Throwing caution to the birds,

Always on the goddamn run.

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I had never done a thing,

Better than the thing I do,

Even when you got my ring,

Nothing other than a coup.

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Blistered dreams and broken vows,

Hurt much less than I once thought,

Shattered so like farmers’ ploughs,

Love’s disease that I once caught.