• trippingonecstasy 10w

    There are dreams which we could never sell
    That old chair got a story to tell
    For over a decade it silently gazed
    All the mistakes & memories that they all made
    With a handful of hate and more of love
    With some words unsaid that is still in the head above
    Maybe it was such a pitiful excuse
    With there bunkum they left every end loose
    Maybe it was just the act of the new's
    Which starting destroying the stem and the roots
    Now the tree won't be there for so long
    As the chair was old so it no longer is strong
    It was taking so much but can't ask to stop
    It has to be ready to take every single shot.