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dan_y

I've never watched a flower wilt
or thought too much about alcohol
or stayed up late unless racked with guilt
or had good sex for no reason at all

I've never hit someone I didn't love
or found a way to absorb and spread
or played it the way it sounds in my head
a rough hewn rasp of melody and control

I've never felt the way I used to feel
in those memories that don't make sense
from those times before everything
was a recycled stream of false pretense

I never said what I wanted to say
or fought as hard as my father would

I just made valid excuses

shiv

dan_y wrote:

I've never watched a flower wilt
or thought too much about alcohol
or stayed up late unless racked with guilt
or had good sex for no reason at all

I've never hit someone I didn't love
or found a way to absorb and spread
or played it the way it sounds in my head
a rough hewn rasp of melody and control

I've never felt the way I used to feel
in those memories that don't make sense
from those times before everything
was a recycled stream of false pretense

I never said what I wanted to say
or fought as hard as my father would

I just made valid excuses

Interesting departure fromy our ususal stuff...
Think the first stanza is the strongest
Think the second verse needs some work...
Unexpected blunt sort of ending, but I like it!