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Rated: 18+ · Other · Adult · #1800071
This is for my childhood best friend
A mountain of dirt
Scrapped up knees, dirty elbows
Wrestling, fighting, tugging
King of the mountain it was called
The strongest won ...
Scrapped up knees, dirty elbows

You stood by me on those mounds
Queens of the dirt made up strong
Queens of the hill made us tough
Was it the mountain that led us to find strength?
Or the trials and tribulations to get tot he top?
Or maybe our faith in each other?

That faith .. unspoken words of truth in each other
Like sand, we were grains of servants; dirty, gritty
Swept of our childhoods not easy
Determination to overcome hardships
Overcoming them together
Walking on Hope, hours of cheap therapy
Speaking of tough times, fun times, and mischievous times

Legs carrying those jabber jaws
Spitting words of alcoholic dads, gambling moms, fucked up moms
Sex young, molestations of raped childhoods
And growing up too soon ...
Walking on hope
Hoping the cracks would mend the past

Cracks deepened as we ages;
jabber jaws carried away by legs
We drifted as if we slipped on some ice in to
The seaweed infested lake of Sanford
Currents, strong currents separated us
Times passed, we changed
Locations changed,
run away jabber jaws drowned me

Days, months, years passed
I found myself alone, my jaw broken
Was yours? How did yours break?
Mine?
I slithered through the cracks of Hope
Slammed in to a rock and shattered like glass
Time tic-tocked away from Hope Road

I swept away through uncertainty with no backbone
Trying to figure out who I was without you
With no yellow line to separate the lanes ...
You, for so long was the bright yellow center to keep me sane
Running time far from you
Dead end roads, trials and tribulations we could not share

Cancer to our dads, pills to our dads, gambling moms, fucked up moms
Jail, babies and the whiskey bottle
Dead end roads away from our yellow centers of Hope

Yet, as the sun rose day after day
We followed the stars as if they were our rays to fill the space
Separated roads twisted, turned, curved, and t-boned back in to each other
On Hope

As it seemed, my moon was your moon
We dreamt on the same night sky
Eventually stumbling back in to each other
your guiding yellow light never died in my soul
It was one tiny pirate that never burned out
It led me back to hope, leading us back to, well, us

Trials and tribulations, scrapped up knees, dirty elbows
Only now, a little more used up and worn out
But still, as we were, as we are, still us
Queens of the mountain only now, grains of sand no
longer turning to mud when it rained
But rather, diamonds in rough
Shined up and set on the same shiny band ...
Side by side

Through the backwoods of faith in each other
Even in the darkest of nights lost on the back 40
Our yellow center lines are each others lights, our backbones
Our ride to die bright lights taking us through life together on Hope


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