SHACKLE

The slow moving time
Stops
When I’m in
Your cold embrace

You comfort me
Console me
Tell me everything
Is fine
You tell me
To forget about
Everything…
But the tab

You trust me the same
As that guy down there
You love me as much
As the woman
At the end of the bar
As long as my cup
Is never empty

You sit next to me
Reassure me
Tomorrow
The sun will rise
Bullshit will still be
At the door –
Waiting to come in
And you will still
Be in my reach
Tying me
To this stool
Until the house lights come on
The neon sign
Turns off
Again
In the morning.

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