when she’s lost…

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she doesn’t know where it ends
the bend in the road keeps going
I have known her for a long time
but I still don’t know what she wants.

It’s my fate! I say
when hope is clearly amiss
she cried herself out
not knowing why she does
there’s something missing inside
or is it empty from the start?

Where do we go from here?
like storms that ultimately stops
like the ball against the wall
like bubbles in the shore

Where do we go from here?
Where does she go from here?
she doesn’t know where it ends
the bend in the road keeps going…

she tends to get so worked up
she spits venomous knives
He says,
“Get over here, I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while.”