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
Tag: Loss
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.
forgotten one – or – the last chance – mm maybe the secret kiss
i’ve seen this film before
the title is new
the cast is slightly tweaked
brought in a new female lead
comedy relief rotates out
setting vibrant and quiet
never a sequel,
waits for the paycheck and hits the road
just the same genre
same ending
thursday night disco,
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
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)
cut
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
you’re a beast out in tao
never needed any vow
just someone to do it all with
you came to early
eyes still pearly
walkin’ to 7-11 for a slurpee
not giving a shit
it’s the end of that skit
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
tiny violin, tiny violet
i never wanted to leave
kicking screaming dreaming
i’ll wake up
alone
sleep alone
waiting for
something
maybe a scene from a film
something wholehearted
with an upbeat song at the end
and come home
alone
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