Poetry · Writing

chasing monsters with a fly swatter

the time we have

is time we can’t be wastin’

every challenge we facin’

and we tellin’ a lie

that we can’t live under sky

that feelin’ tonight

 

but where are we now

 

tossin’ an turning

burning the feeling

till we get shot down

and the way that we kissing will turn up that frown

this life to small

for us to stall

break down these walls

 

skies the limit

I know we can feel it

I know we can do it

break up and make up

just need a wind up

while we setup I’ll chase the roof

so we can seal it

conceal it until we can steal it.

 

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