i don’t remember
remembering you
a bad dream a lonely december
you called;
a deal line
i only know
from the terror sweats
in the morning,
Tag: Fears
Dang!
i can’t keep loosing you
gone too soon
tryin’ to get through to you
anotha’ second we break through
i know i ain’t a saint
scared straight
soul mate
scared straight
can’t keep loosing you, i can’t keep loosing you
where the hell you going?
where you taking this trip
don’t move, don’t stay, too
wait, i can’t seem to hold on
to, gone too soon
just can’t keep loosing you
child’s play
bubbles in my belly
blowing in my mouth
popping in my throat
laughter sent down my spine
i don’t know
who got the last laugh
bloody night
they said i’d remember it
for the rest of my life
the first time would be so sweet
nothing would ever replace it
like a mother’s love;
just not how i remember it,
knives in my back,
i’ll remember that
followers;
i perished in a dream
breathed in a nightmare
awoken by a song
drowned in her lyrics
gateway drug
i remember your first tantrum
kicking and screaming
it was just broccoli
you’d resist
but
i think you knew
there was worst in store
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey
in my memories you taste like honey
honey trust me i’ll be your pot
keep you safe
in all of our haste
everything we have faced
never stopped to put them in their place
it was all not a waste
attached at the waist
at your side i could never be erased
tell them all that i am that man
a lover a single dedicated brand
crowd pleaser one you always have to stan
i’ve been that man
this is the ground plan
i gave up being that madman
mindin’ my own business
stressin’ over pennies
still in our twenties
problems i got many
i’m with you he got jenny
we came through i got plenty
yup
ring on my piece
everybody wanna lease
never settlin’ for peace
hidin’ in the crease
still losing to the police
white picket castle; pitchfork mob
i don’t believe you
like i used to
words fall from heavy tongue
braiding my hair with twisted fingers
not like how you used to
memory of our night
carries me like a knight
off to the kingdom
sleeping
without a thought
of the fire outside
the wanderer
the wanderer has no reflection
a boulder tumbling down a road
left bloody by her wife
wonderous by her mistress
alone by her husband
the wanderer has no reflection
they; walk
to find
something
a no name feeling
a response to a question
on a dotted line
written in invisible ink
revealed by
well
the wanderer doesn’t know
if you know
and you see the wanderer
on the road you avoid most
let her know
she misses her wife
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