what would taylor think
fallen over a couch after a pint and a half
brush your face
it’s to early
to fall
Tag: Fears
chess
they sometimes ask
what’s your next big move.
i’ll tell ‘em a lie
something extravagant,
somewhere beautiful,
away from the board.
gopher
sometimes
just sometimes
i come out of
this deep hole
that i burried
to see the sun
in all it’s glory
go see a movie
boba
maybe a new hoodie
and shortly return
to the hole
and consider
doing that again
next week.
(maybe)
myth
pray for me
they keep talkin’ on me
keep that mouth away from me.
just a worldy wonder
a monolith
you leavin’ with filth
leavin’ here real high, a –
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i see the demons
lurking
behind every devious
thought;
cursing me
reminding me
you can never out run
yourself
den of 2013
the scoreboard is still up
broken down over the years
it has been awhile
you’ve been hiding
i know you’re still kicking
i can see the fog like breath from your den
i can smell it;
old stained blood eyes
you must be waiting for my back to turn
but i am done with you
i know you will stay
but that was our last bout
this won’t be about
you anymore
back to basic
we will just love to love
enjoy every minute of it
no regrets just memories
forget the rejection
the anger
the hate,
the red door marked do not enter
but is always open-
let’s lock it together
wear the key around your neck
hitch the fear stone across a pond
watch every ring break away
let’s love more than anything else;
runaway train
we walked away
again again & again
we find the same place
on time or another
we slow the train to jump off
only to chase it back down
i wonder
what we missed
while running on the outside
monkey king; all blue
i want the whole world-
you can’t have it
you’re over reachin’
don’t bother tryin’-
i want it all-
stop sleepin’
always dreamin’
this life isn’t for you boy
give up dreamin’-
this world is mine,
all mine-
in for a bruisin’
crusin’ on empty streets boy just lose it
the streets are callin’
come back just lose it-
maybe their right;
but maybe
maybe not
left, right left
always late
the face wandering home
left right left
head down
whip at the sound of a screech
a slow turn back
left right left
nothing new
still the same piece of trash
that they left last week
left right left
she didn’t show up
candle wax spills over double chocolate
sweet sixteen.
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