You weren’t my best, but you weren’t my worst and in time, you’ll find I was always the start.
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When you’re used to constant toxicity, you feel lost without it.
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pacing through
i daze in contentment
his face
my everlasting blues
his heart created
a pulse within
a calmness i never knew
we played in greed
wondering how things go
blurring the lines of suppose
i loved his eyes
soft touch
his voice within my ears
lingering for hours
dabbling in my mind
i was content
because no matter what
i knew he was mine
i was his
we were together
trying for forever
in a world of horror
where your aura and order
is slaughtered in your honor
and things
only become warmer -
There’s always someone for you and when you find them, treat them heavenly because the chance of finding them again is imaginary.
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i died with time
sleeping intwined
holding you tight
i go with the eve
woke with you
quite heavenly
how he spread
caressing two bodies
i sat at the edge
describing you with words
writing your eyes
the darkness that touched
i said you’d go
and went you did
with hollow sheets
a coldness
intensity of your being -
i stray with the eve
your dark chest piece
we go with the wind
how he makes me rescind
i call forth
downing the hours
the glass bottles
i bathe in red
wondering if i’d love him
if two could meet
and simply transcend
i die in eyes
rolling with fire
painting the sky
with shades of truth
he spoke
but we had different huestrue shades
words by dominic riccitello -
I don’t know what the future holds, but I know it holds.
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You don’t have to understand it. Just know I meant it.
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i wake with fear
darkness rising
balancing a tune
of you in mind
i sway with the eve
gut far from ease
we lie by a song
of our own independence
do you know why it feels like this?
i turn with edges
all the pages
crying for you
tears and bruises
you are the wind
the song within
i judge by angles
sweat infused
i miss his hues
to the deepest part of himdark fears
words by dominic riccitello -
burning at sea
your devilish stare
glass eyes
a cop out for one
drink for two
he longed for easy
blocking the truth
bending hues
to frolic in colors he desired
he haunted my dreams
with love of a thief
breaking hearts where he laid
pulling guts where he slept
i felt it turning
fingers running
down my chest
pulling what was left
i loved what i lost
lost what i loved
and if it’s meant to be
it’ll be
but some things have to become
before they can bemeant to become
words by dominic riccitello
