Paper Cup-RILEY ARMSTRONG

AN EMPTY PAPERCUP BLOWS ACROSS THE ROAD LIKE IT WAS LATE FOR WORK ON THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING AND I’LL JUST STAY HERE SITTING ON THE CURB COLLECTING DUST FROM ALL THE YEARS THAT THE FEVER BRINGS TO MIND IF I GIVE IT TIME I WILL RECOGNIZE THE OUTLINE OF A HEART OF NOTHING MORE THAN STYROFOAM, AND IT’S NOT THAT STRONG WEATHERED FROM HANGING ON TO A PAPERCUP FULL OF DREAMS I LIVE FOR. AND THERE MIGHT COME A DAY WHEN THE DREAMS MIGHT JUST BLOW AWAY THAT’S WHEN IT ALL COLLIDED PERFECTLY, CAN’T YOU SEE THAT. SOMEBODY NEEDS YOU SOMEBODY WANTS YOU TO CARE HE’LL BE WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOU IN THE HOUR YOU JUST CAN’T WIN YOU JUST CAN’T WIN THE LAUNDRY HANGS FROM A LINE IN THE AIR LIKE IT WAS PUT THERE BY A POET. WHO NEVER COULD RHYME WORDS WITH THE LIFE HE LIVED AND HIS ARTWORK NEVER SHOWED IT. EVERYDAY HE SET SAIL THROUGH COLORS AND PEARLS AND UNCHARTED BLUE SKY HE RETURNED UNINSPIRED WITH EMPTY EYES AS IF THE LAUNDRY ON THE LINE HAD NEVER DRIED AND THERE WAS MORE TO THIS THAN JUST A SOUL IN SEARCH OF WORDS THAT’S WHEN IT ALL COLLIDED PERFECTLY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT [[Category:Riley Armstrong]]

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