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Thursday, November 30, 2017

Skid Row Cowboy

counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way 
of slapping your face
feeling guilt 
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past
anonymously intimate

not who I wanted to be
not who I was 
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont

A flawed man
doing the the best I can

a raven stares 
black eyes staring through
picking at my soul
the silence in my heart
echoing in my ears

every new beginning
the first step towards the end

skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows

they cant ear me
they don't see me
just a flawed man
somebodies regret
no one cares
that I am gone

counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way 
of slapping your face
feeling guilt 
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past

skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows

not who I wanted to be
not who I was 
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont

A flawed man
doing  the best I can