Her number again
"It looks bad on paper"
He couldn't leave her out
  Tucked away
He saved her

Who ever she is
   She ran off with his heart
& the knowledge of this
Is tearing mine apart

   She's the one
      That got away
& I'm the runner up
Attempting to mend
    Two broken hearts
Hoping
         Love
   Is enough

The change in my pocket
Does God really want it?
Not much to give.
We all gotta live.
A sinner in the pew.
Just one of a few.
Searching for the truth.
Must we pay for the proof?
Money is the root of all evil...
I heard that in this very steeple.
Contradiction Strewn with fiction
No wonder I'm lost...
it comes at a small cost
The change in my pocket
Does God even want it?
Its confusion I bought
as I sit in the pew.
This is just a thought
just one of a few.

I'd walk in your shoes...
but you wont even tie em
just sitting there cryin'
not even tryin'
I'm not underminin'
nor am I denyin'
your shoes
are worn to the soul
I can see you
threw every hole
and I thought
you might like to know...
it matters not
that your shoe has a rip
its the laces that tend
to make us trip
so before you ask me
to walk in your shoes
wont you tie em up tight
its the least you could do

I realize
  The skies
Are ever watchful eyes
   & when it rains
             It cries
As another season
                    Dies

So bringing
   The next
      To life

Whisper
  That you
Missed her
Ever softly
In her ear

Whisper
   Won't you
Mister
Loud enough
   For her
To hear

Tell your lover
  That you love her
That you'll always
    Hold her dear

Tell her
  Young feller
If you hope
To keep her
       Near

I exhale
  & watch
As you go
  The essence of me
Caught on the window
   A constellation
      Of condensation
       & I trace your name
    Bleeding the meaning
Of true window pane

Withdrawal thy toe
From the deep end an see
Just how much
You've abandoned me

Thy hours are eternity
Without a drop to drink
Quite a lonely life for me
Watching dead men sink

A shame
Our love
Is not enough
To withdrawal
These Dependencies

A conflict in progression
My apologies
Done with regression
In harmfull times as these
Feeling worthless
And worth less
Than a drop of vile drink

The darkest hour
Is just before dawn
Maybe thats why
The rums always gone

A lush in the day
& a fiend at night
I just can't seem
To get it right

So yo ** **
& a bottle of ***
I think this poets time
Has come

As I drift off humming
A sailors tune
I'll be back tomorrow
& none too soon