I know it’s late Or maybe it’s early Time doesn’t mean much To me any more When the hours are leaves Just falling away I’m trying to tend my garden And thought that maybe You might have some words To help water it You were always a nurturer Because right now I’m just standing In shit waiting for something To grow out of this mess That I’ve found myself in Do you think you could spare A thought or two for me I know you’re just waking up And you told me not to call When I’ve been drinking Which I haven’t been Well maybe one or two But I wanted to catch your voice As the sun was rising Where it sparkles In my ears as motivation To push through one more day That would lead me home to you To tend our garden That’s now bare Well mine is How’s yours doing Beautiful as always I hope You’re doing well For me that’s enough I’ll just be over here Kicking up the dirt Hoping that something will grow Falling asleep to the ringing From your disconnected telephone
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Nice ending!
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Thank you! I thought it was a good image to end on
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