Is this what an engine feels like
When it’s out of oil
All my parts have seized
I’m an empty bowl of cereal
That you leave on the table as you rush out
In fear that you will be late for work
Left with milk soaked spoon
That never speaks a word
When will things change
I’m the blanket laid across the grass
As two love struck teens
Gaze at the Fourth of July fire works
Their eyes lit up by the colorful explosions
The blues, the greens, the purples
As they embrace I shiver
For I am waterlogged from the dew
And it’s starting to get cold
I need something new
I’m the green vegetables
On the edge of a stubborn kid’s plate
Pushed aside to fall to the ground
And get eaten by the family pet
What I life to live
What a silly dream to have
Time will eat away at this dream
Wear at it until is skips and scratches
Like an old black and white film
Until it becomes outdated and ends up in a trash heap
Inside a broken cereal bowl, with firework shells
Resting on top of a burnt out engine
All covered by a blood and cum stained blanket
Reeking of the smell of rum
And the pain of big mistakes
This is were all the dreams will end up
This is how all our lives will turn out
There will be no happy ending
The war scared hero will not walk into the sunset
With the perfect girl in his arms
He will fall to the grown
The perfect girl will dust herself off
And jump into the millionaire’s perfect car
As the speed off, blasting the sand into your eyes
And there you will lie
Broken, bleeding, alone
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