Things We Put In The Storage Room And Forget

Dead microphone days

Hidden thoughts sealed away

Defensive because I have to be

No backstage passes no not one even for me

Come over and rebuke the fists at my side

Whisper guard down around you

I’ll try but no promises

You’re worthy of a pinch of vulnerability

Just a glimpse of my hope’s fragility


Is this thing on

My love

She looks sad saying I cannot be heard

Security envelopes for each and every word

Sorry I’m busy on watch duty and can’t hear anything except be careful

Betrayal is popular and promoted

I’ve seen and done things that’ll never be quoted

It’s best not to speak so much

Dead microphone dinner dates and lunch with me.

Music that helps keep my mind on things above. Via Spotify.
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