his words carried further deeper on my way to heaven please please please let me hold on to all of my all of our memories soaring higher than sora to a kindom where our hearts never die please please please on my on our way to heaven
twelve seconds
solid yet transparent single father of a blister memory thorn the size of a skyscrapper over twelve seconds large feuding over many coins or a six month contract for a home overlooking a fence and some kids walking home from soccer practice flipping coins n sipping pop
borrow
they drink to forget i write to remember those are always the first two things people give up
playoff game
we lost. we were barely playing, showed up late cussed each other out finished strong too not show up when it mattered most; it's not all you i know the ball could have been better not perfect, just better we were never perfect just humans showing up each game playing for our lives
memory is a bloody river
chances are you'll forget; the long nights the honest hours the weakness; and remember our last fight.
knitted sweater
your warmth, was taken for granted applied for a loan, yet you passed it.
or crash
the falling isn't the worst part it's the moment right before you land; it's here in a blink while the other eye is idle
already gone-
chances of a revival; last night you came into my dream last night you were a dream, to bring a few words chances of a revival: the second coming your rebirth is here. awaken looked out the window the peep hole nothing
a night in Santorini
just stay an extra night will waive the fee the loose change free of charge round trip flight
on your love)
docile disguises drifting in the clouds; some days i'll rest this pen, like eyeballs on a pillow, n' let the words come from writing on a wall subconscious love existing on an edge made of paper planes flying(
Saint's Muse 