Melted Soles

Melted Soles

A Poem by Analgesia

I’m tired of songs that sound like sleeping on the way to Tampa

And

I’m tired of old stands music that smells like sun screen and water bottles

And

I’m tired of shoes with soles still stuck to them and Only using my grandpa socks for church and Seriously considering DCI and Calves that aren’t sore

 

I’m tired of dreams about talking between sets

But most of all

I’m tired of missing you

© 2010 Analgesia


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Added on August 14, 2010
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Analgesia
Analgesia

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