There.

[my_last_affair]

There is a truck on this side of town
(Not new, not old, but light and brown)
Its bed holds my heart as a thorny crown.

A ghost truck, around every corner
A funeral dropping and I the mourner
The pit in my stomach becomming forlorner.

I hate that it in my memory lives
My heart pretending that it forgives
But does nothing more than relives and relives.

Then

Comments

[xjustadumblonde]

Wow.
Just..... wow.
I'm in awe of your writing.

[my_last_affair]

Thank you darling.

[evilpinkmonkey]

This is really beautiful and atmospheric. The end kind of threw me off but I loved the imagery and the rhythm. Lovely writing. :)

[my_last_affair]

The bumper sticker-- which of course no one would know, so it's not your fault! haha-- is his father's architecture business. His last name is Pohl.

[kristyn_chaos]

"I hate that it in my memory lives
My heart pretending that it forgives
But does nothing more than relives and relives."

I love that verse.

[jaida_is_a_jedi]

I was just going to say I love that verse as well :)

[my_last_affair]

thank you!

[my_last_affair]

There were two more verses that I deleted...:
But MINE is the city
And MINE is the pity
And MINE are the memories of everything shitty.

The Driver, the Trucker,
That sad mother-fucker,
Wheels in my heart getting stucker and stucker.

See why I deleted them? Too much passion, too little poetry.