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by Scott Cole Feb 13, 2016 category : Love, romance / sensual love
My thin frail spine Has three holes in it, Have little weak arms Who's margin is split. So how in the World Do you expect me to hold, All those hugh heavy words That come from the soul. For all of that pressure Is getting to me, All of those emotions I have to release. So i hope you don't care Hope you don't mind, If y'all keep all y'all feelings Outside the lines. My stomach if full And my back half broke, From all of those words You feed me to choke. Please don't get upset If I'm riped to pieces, For any ole thing Or for whatever reason. When I'm in mid flight Before i hit the ground, Know that I'm sorry For letting you down. As i gathered up And turned into trash, My little rail arms Finally did crash. Just remember this I did my best, Stood up for you And tattooed my chest. When alls said and done Don't you dare stress, If the end of my letter It ends in ps.