Missed Opportunities (Part 2 - Heartbreak And Anti-Aging) - Poem by Dylan Attard
I understand I was wrong,
I know I took too long,
All I'm trying to do now is salvage something,
Through a shitty, poorly-structure song,
In three parts,
The Holy Trinity of our shattered hearts,
This is the moment where life restarts,
So you can know that I'm hurting just like a hurt you,
And I'm happy he was someone you could turn to,
Because patience in love is a virtue,
Clearly it's something that I can't do,
So I sinceriously hope that he will too,
That all of your perfect dreams come true.
I expected too much and gave too little,
Allowed you to be stuck in the middle,
Drowning you in sadness and spittle,
Souls of salvation starting to whittle,
And die in an instant.
Coffee always tastes so bitter,
Because I ain't no heavy hitter,
I can't contend,
Put my mask on and let it end.
I will never stand the chance of another dance,
A little romance,
Never hurt nobody,
The blue-print for beauty is an empty vision,
An intergalactic mission to distract,
As people react,
It's just another evasion,
No one's beautiful, it's in the eye of the beholder,
That's the secret to what he told her,
Yet as each and every one of us grows older,
A used-up condom becomes an anti-aging place-holder.
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