just a small store
nothing flashy
just enough to get by
selling fruit and a song.
wrote it for you
over a pear
Tag: Future
mulligan
jacket weather
never leave the house jacket weather
lover.
that’s the type
friday the first we woke on a boat that’s the type of
lover.
Senior Skip Day
just me and these goggles
can’t imagine missin’ these days
pjs an waffles
won’t put down the bottle
won’t get outta bed till noon
lets not leave this room
chill on this bed
an stay awhile
cuz damn this breakfast is good
kick back an pull up my hood
kick back an
dream
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;
countdown
we ring in this new time
all i want is to love
love everything
love everything harder
everyday.
to remember
that is what matters,
let’s sing
let’s dance
let’s let the world around
dissapear
rain god
this isn’t a game
but we play like one
take your ball and run
whenever you don’t like the outcome
couldn’t live without one-
the rain;
i remember it being, lighter
walking through it
hands as an umbrella
a scene i remember
in a novella
‘wants only go so far
without the time’
outer world garden
heavenly scented winds
chase you
earth is envious
of your envious steps
missing the tip of their chin.
you didn’t belong here,
i think
i think you got lost
by a happy accident,
you spent your time
and bought everything.
your steps- heels up
chin up, wouldn’t show tears
but you knew
your road leads beyond this garden
(i can’t watch this part)
beyond this world,
stars will part the like sea
until you find m
where you belong
living at home
i don’t remember
the last time
i took a breath of fresh air
on the road
it has been awhile
hey,
can i join you
what are you drinking
i know it’s been awhile
can i top you off
never wrote us off
just wondered
after those years apart
where we could have been;
i see it in my dreams
it’s usually my fault
maybe we could get dinner
i would love to hear
how we both ended up
at this bar
with each other
traveling lover;
everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
Saint's Muse 