Month: April 2021

He bulldozed his way through life 

Never a care about anyone else 

Leaving broken hearts 

Littered across the pavement 

As he rode his way into the sunset 

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You would think that he would look back 

At least one last goodbye 

The tattered sheets he gave his love to

a sliver of warmth to the fragments he left behind 

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I couldn’t see his face 

But I imagined … or at least I hoped 

that he had a solitary tear 

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That he held his head high 

But he was broken inside 

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I couldn’t hear him any longer 

But I imagined … or at least I hoped 

that his lip quivered a little 

Maybe his own heart let out a whimper

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Because you cannot runaway from all the broken hearts 

Without breaking a little of your own in return 

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The impetuous way he lived his life 

Hooking lines into the hearts of those around him 

Those that admired him 

Those that Loved him 

Those that needed him 

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He reeled them in 

Dinner to last him the rest of the year 

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He bulldozed his way through life 

Seared and devoured 

Licked his fingers to justify the life he took 

A compliment on how delicious love can taste 

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And then he got back on that road

Satisfied and full

And headed out toward the sunset