music soars, fears are short
doors wide, reminiscent of time
i sit, write
think of days where you were mine
a poem for you, a thousand more
god, shut the fucking door
are you still alive?
haven’t heard of you in awhile
too much terror to check
somewhere, laid on a deck
early june
the waters cold, blood rushes
fingers begin to prune
a wreck in the sea
the salt stings
baby i’ve got wings
a guardian angel for you
the blue, the you, the way i love you
end of time, it’s no crime
flip a dime, kiss your slime
wish you could mime my mind
that we could go back in time
that you would be mine
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