i am sorry, i could give you every excuse in the book: four classes and work pokemon is calling my name toxicity leaks from veins, yet nothing grieves me more knowing i kept you on hold i can say i will make it up to you, but this stylish line only dazzles in a mirror,… Continue reading i am sorry, justin
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four apples
hands behind my back these aren't the apples i was looking for i remember the strength leavin' my tips for four straight nights four bars over four moons this cell is my home brought an apple every fourth hour four steps in four steps out just the white lines on the stone ground, they were… Continue reading four apples
wallowing in the dry;
living for a challenge set the difficulty early left in a gutter waiting for rain, like waiting for a god to remember what they left here wallowing in the dry crying for remembrance at your temple of worship not to be left here to die, you'll get back to me probably not, but that's what… Continue reading wallowing in the dry;
marksman weekend off
took a chance missed story of an archer quiver at the no ready for the now aiming vow taking a bow hanging upside down frown quiet afternoon
arm and mountains;
change the channel i can't stand your voice; the lies stack higher than a mountain words paved with cement and sealed with a kiss; i can't stand your voice. i crumble at each vowel
missing organ;
i won't become something different to appease your insecurities, i won't say sorry for being me it took me way to long to know who i was to be taken away by anyone
marked on sale
the games you played are no longer on the shelf just an old joke told by that weird uncle, you see once a year at the cookout
just dessert
i find myself selfish in the most uncommon time looking for god in the hottest time picking up the phone in the middle of the desert, wrath is laughing greed is smiling and gluttony shovels what's left nothing much just a nightmare with a side of depression in a desert
little red dream
she wishes from a washed brick balcony stars too far to hear her but her song still travels paved with a milky trail of clouds it might be all that's left she'll never cease her song until the day the stars reach their subtle ears closer to her wolf proof balcony she'll be back the… Continue reading little red dream
paramedic
i am just a believer boy you are such a dreamer get your head out the cloud before you get a fever too late emergency room floatin' the juice was flowin' made a monsta' out of crayons face covered with spray ons never mowed my own lawn fuck this hospital
Saint's Muse 