100 Love Letter's I'll Never Send ("Love Ain't Enough") (c) 2017
...and I thought of you, "My mother told me 'Love ain't enough. Love won't pay the bills.' But she don't know the Love we have for each other. She doesn't know the Power of Our Love."
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You were just turning 18 years old. I was 20 years old. We were still in that madly in love phase. We were living off of your mother's guilt she had for not doing you right as a child. Maybe your mom felt guilty that I was the best you could find. We were living in that $200 dollar a month apartment that at one time was a hotel. We only had two rooms. Stayed high a great amount of the time. I think about it now as the cold breeze gets my lips while I'm on the back one of Waste World's garbage trucks in a neighborhood that the smallest house is two stories and the cheapest car I see is a Cadillac.
Damn, I wish I had the sense in me now back then. I'm passing by what should have been us. Damn, Karoline was the wrong one should have been you.
"COME ON KID! YOU HAVE TO BE FASTER THAN THAT!" Dean yells the command. I jump off the back of the truck almost falling down. Bout damn twisted my ankle. He picks up two cans with finesse and throws the trash out of them into the back. The container is crushing the garbage as I barely empty mine in there.
"What! YA'LL ARE SLOWING US DOWN! WE GOT FIVE NEIGHBORHOODS TO GO THROUGH BEFORE LUNCH!" The driver screams.
"I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT!" Dean screams back. The driver gets silent. They all looked at Dean strange when he insisted to be on the back of the truck with me to guide me.
But your mother had you on birth control anyway. He takes the can from me, as I'm trapped in the memories of us, picks up pieces of trash that I carelessly let fall on the ground.
"Kid quit thinking just do! MAKE THE MOST OUT OF NOW!" He grabbed and mounted on back like a cat. Me I barely make it almost lost my grip.
The dreams we could have built. If only we could have. No. It's me I should have been a man. Like when my father told me when we first started living together, "Son it's a big world out there." Damn he tried to give me all the good stuff. Tried to treat me the value of being honest. But I traded it for drugs. And now all that and treating you bad has come back to curse me. I look at the compressor machine in the back of the truck. Think about falling in it. Ending my life.
"DAMN IT BOY! GET READY WE GOT ABOUT TWO MINUTES AND UP AHEAD ARE TEN TRASH CANS!"
How did Dean know to snap me out of it?
listen to this song while reading this click here to build the mood
You were just turning 18 years old. I was 20 years old. We were still in that madly in love phase. We were living off of your mother's guilt she had for not doing you right as a child. Maybe your mom felt guilty that I was the best you could find. We were living in that $200 dollar a month apartment that at one time was a hotel. We only had two rooms. Stayed high a great amount of the time. I think about it now as the cold breeze gets my lips while I'm on the back one of Waste World's garbage trucks in a neighborhood that the smallest house is two stories and the cheapest car I see is a Cadillac.
Damn, I wish I had the sense in me now back then. I'm passing by what should have been us. Damn, Karoline was the wrong one should have been you.
"COME ON KID! YOU HAVE TO BE FASTER THAN THAT!" Dean yells the command. I jump off the back of the truck almost falling down. Bout damn twisted my ankle. He picks up two cans with finesse and throws the trash out of them into the back. The container is crushing the garbage as I barely empty mine in there.
"What! YA'LL ARE SLOWING US DOWN! WE GOT FIVE NEIGHBORHOODS TO GO THROUGH BEFORE LUNCH!" The driver screams.
"I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT!" Dean screams back. The driver gets silent. They all looked at Dean strange when he insisted to be on the back of the truck with me to guide me.
But your mother had you on birth control anyway. He takes the can from me, as I'm trapped in the memories of us, picks up pieces of trash that I carelessly let fall on the ground.
"Kid quit thinking just do! MAKE THE MOST OUT OF NOW!" He grabbed and mounted on back like a cat. Me I barely make it almost lost my grip.
The dreams we could have built. If only we could have. No. It's me I should have been a man. Like when my father told me when we first started living together, "Son it's a big world out there." Damn he tried to give me all the good stuff. Tried to treat me the value of being honest. But I traded it for drugs. And now all that and treating you bad has come back to curse me. I look at the compressor machine in the back of the truck. Think about falling in it. Ending my life.
"DAMN IT BOY! GET READY WE GOT ABOUT TWO MINUTES AND UP AHEAD ARE TEN TRASH CANS!"
How did Dean know to snap me out of it?
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