with the darkest of eyes
burning in chaos
broken by rhymes
in songs of you
to be with the wind yet
between the window and the sill
always in thought, always in song
stuck beside memories of blue
like mountains in distance
colors and hues
in tango i remember saturday’s
you twine in movement
you dance in sullenness
happiness comes when it flows
yet toxicity vibrates in daze
blank stares
movements where you spin the chair
it keeps spinning
we’re twirling between
saturday and sunday
fumbling in anxiety yet existing
you move in ways
several choices
to bring the day or feel for worse
between shadows in night
or wind beside your arm
we’re running
occasionally in chaos
happiness brings when you bring it
live to bask in it
you choose to rise from ashes
to exist is to live
one chance and i dare you to ask
pillows and sheets
twirled hair
good morning,
can you smell the coffee beans?
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