it wasn't better just not worse grey matter transit hearse, parked outside my bedroom window driver smoking a spirit late for the disco our final pierrot; you were always taking pictures body reads like braille just not how pictured white veil for sale
Tag: Literature
sedated
poison breath days gone by melting love daily dose hate when we curse at each otha' (hey) sedated with dancing gods filled with love passion forth just to sit and lie to each other (eh)
campfire;
i found you, actually you found me wounded on one knee singing the hook of live free, you make fun of my hair i loved your passing trains stories about your loved ones i still do i always will here we are still telling stories
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i didn't believe so you left, your dreams were to big for my eyes floating to a planet that i didn't know existed, i see you on tv from time to time talking about your rhymes in your prime how you dropped bedtime for a dime, i remember those times, you'd like me more now… Continue reading cut
the human way
it's only over when you've given up making the minutes count all the love we can amount all the great things we can see all the great things we can be i'll be here tomorrow
on hold-
called to make sure you were okay said all the things that were built up that none of this matters just as long as we had each other, the conversation felt great, just wish i had the courage to dial the numbers
chanting your name;
i can hear your heartbeat roars like an engine your joy revs up louder then fans on opening night louder then the game from the television, you look good, happy
four minute mile
sweet defeat the seals on my lips taken the identity we crafted in trusted hands i release, you. on record going the extra foot rolling in those exclusive feats to run empty on bare feet running a wild rampage a breath on weary feet it's okay, to let another finish this bloody lap
car insurance;
i never wanted this but here we are dealing and wheeling down the highway going seventy with a broken mirror tears in our eyes a brick for a brake glue on the wheel a dollar for safety
missing in a city of two hundred and forty-nine people
sobered up; didn't like what i saw blood stained lips black soles rans wild like a love child with a black soul
Saint's Muse 