This Town Needs Guns - Havoc in the Forum

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Trust in time evaporates
To cloud the mind into bursting
With a rain that spits off the lips
A barrage of hurtful insults
That eventually accumulate
Into floods of tears and heartache
That erode the coasts
And storm the sails
Of relationships
Age bitters in the mouth
Rude words trap in the teeth
Like food decay
With the sour taste of time
Dripping off the tip
Of the tongue
Sleepless nights
Tied awake
In beds of knots
She’s known some of the best
She knows there’s no need
To hold her breath
Sunk by the passing of time
The closest of friends
All washed away
You’ve seen the coming of age
The crashing sound waves
You’re all but done
Shipped wrecked on a
Tide of tongue
Age bitters in the mouth
Rude words trap in the teeth
Like food decay
With the sour taste of time
Dripping off the tip
Of the tongue