Sharing Stories, Mending Ties

from Anchors by Phasma

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Sitting on old benches, talking silently, reminds me of the times you weren’t worth a thing to me. When evening falls, my head goes on ‘bout who I was back then; when I’d toss and turn in bed just trying to sleep.

I’m not good at starting over. I’m not quick with healing either. Like a stone falls until it hits the ground, I’ll slowly drown.

Swinging back and forth on flimsy rubber held by chains takes me back to innocence where I could’ve stayed. You built the Berlin Wall between us, higher every day, ‘til you lost control or just got too afraid.

I’ve laid it out; I’ve laid it out once and for all. I’m laying this; I’m laying this poor thing to rest

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from Anchors, released September 8, 2012

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