it’s sad to say
i’ve seen good bye
the good die
the good lie
all for nothing
but in their minds
sadly, it’s something
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love you like ice
bite me, take a slice
god, i feel your fire
it’s so divinepour another glass
i like it red, lips and all
when they fall, play the eight
hold my weight, tell me it’s fatehold my hand
take me to another day
another date, the 80’s
an ocean where we make motiona place where our emotions
will no longer be broken
a place where our evolution
will be crucial to the words we’ve spokenwhen the thought of regret is atrocious
and our atoms are chosen
and we’re no longer looking for something
to be handwoven -
push me down
the lighter that burns your fire
once i was desired
immensely admired
grew exhausted and tired
by a child in a field of their own
always postpone
always driving
always flying
an ugly road
but no timei still think of you
everytime i sip my wine
i try, i believe someday it’ll be fine
someday i’ll ride
someday i’ll be alright
i’ll come alive
not tonight
but in time
i’ll be fine -
thought of a poem
words came through
it was all for you, my baby bluei’m on the outside, shining in
telling you all the things that could have beendid you know
when things become used
you long for what could have beentherefore in the distance
when you’re shining back
don’t hold for what might have been‘cause in the end
you’ll look back, take a final glance
and remember, we sure did have fun
while we were given the chance -
our words cross
we talk
every night
a few yearsi know your ears
yet nothing about your fears
how you move, your gearsi know your hair
how you’re a texan
your eyes
they’re rather precious
your lips
you seem to have a freshnessone time i put up a missed connection
no response
but that was expected
you think i’d learn my lesson
since i’m not an adolescent
say hello
can i take you to dinner
but i think
subconciously
i’m not ready to enter
to take an adventure
especially this winter
considering what happened
back in september -
laughs rather kind
videos replay in my mind
lying in bed
your day at the morgue
the cold
but our emotions left warm
there was no door
nothing was torn
the breeze before the war
couldn’t have asked for more
your laughs, my smile
the gore
this, the time, i couldn’t afford
floating high off the floor
before the storm
after the morph
now i mourn
wishing it was like before
