Thistle #109

purplespines

Thistles make me whistle.

Will I have learned so very little
When these bones are old and brittle?
I wait to talk when I should listen
And cloud mistakes with false revisions

All my friends are forward-thinking
Getting hitched and quitting drinking
And I can feel them pulling away
As I’m resigned to stay the same

And you can’t even begin to know
How many times I’ve told myself “I told you so”

I was once a loyal lover – Death Cab for Cutie

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~ by Arwen on May 17, 2009.

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