A Fine Line
I’ve seen it.
It’s laced with “I hurt you’s” and “I tried to save you’s”
It’s lined with silk and shards of glass.
It feels like smoldering days and cool summer nights.
And It sounds like “I love you,” but its tense depends on the wind.
And it blows my hair around my face
As I try to drive you out of my system.
But I always end up back here.
This moment it screams hate.
The next it whispers love.
The next it whispers love.
But the radio is too loud
And I’d rather not think about it now.
( ALL WORK BELONGS TO PARKER ROBERTS)
And I’d rather not think about it now.
( ALL WORK BELONGS TO PARKER ROBERTS)
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