I ran a run with you with me
and the slacked track shorts.
There was a slip of grip
that tripped us into last resorts.
Fire desires to eat and we treat
our feet as frozen until they're burned.
Break my contemplate
and the complications we earned.
Hurt me quick and stab me back
then attacks whacks will lack stain.
We deserve our accidents
the fact is in that we're in pain.
Sorry for the mixed up slip ups
and tiny pups that bit like bulldogs.
I tried leading and feeding the blind
not knowing I was in the fog.
Jasey Rae, a day will come
when J.C's rays will allay our mistakes.
Even in cuts and slices, rolls and dices
we'll get through, whatever it takes.
This Saturday's post was inspired by Ashes and All Time Low's "Jasey Rae."
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