Last Thing I Wrote

In this rodeo of mine
I have been thrown for dead
Though stood spinning
With eyes drawn
in a world with no heart
to be lost in its tears

Though words linger
Wonder of how long its been
I will take it from here
I remember when
Those years traveled
Before now just images
that have been

In this rodeo of mine
I have ridden through bittersweet
rested pain between the sheets
Watched her in a sundress
With eyes drawn
in a world with no heart
to be lost in its tears

Though words linger
Ponder the moment
that I found myself here
With blood shot eyes
among open wounds
Steady I fall
As I gaze onto the plain
destination twisted by fate

That I have been thrown
Though the mind lingers
bittersweet words
In this rodeo of mine
That is the last thing I wrote
in a world with no heart
to be lost in its tears
By: Robert Vardell August / 24 / 2013

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