like a little man-child
with too much tobacco on your lips
like your arms are tied
like your heart is gone
you're a reckless musician in the shadow of a fight
you may be lonely but
goddamn boy
you hide it well
and your eyes are the size of a green lake
you want to suck it back
a room full of grey and smoke
sex and drugs on your pillow
anger in your heart
I can hear you cry out
you cry out in the night beside me
you cry out for forgiveness
for redemption
I hear you in the night
My little man-child
Kicking and screaming
Violently dreaming
Maybe I'll see you again.
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