sail away
like dexter morgan sail away
end up on an island
far enough away
no one knows your face
gone lost without a trace
far enough away
no one will know
your name
Tag: Loss
carried man
charred face
burn marks sweeping under a tilted mask
one word over and over
leave,
he never eats sleeps
just leaves
hellish princess
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,
a town for two;
pity you didn’t run
pretty little penny
city that i without fear claim
don’t call me honey
i’ll take this money
fun and games this wasn’t funny
& i’ll take this money,
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
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
in house terror
the fear is just another reason
to smile a little bigger
dream a little higher
and do something worthwhile;
make a memory
to ward off the fear
even for a second
to make this home
a little less
scary
hidden quiz; makeup. on.
sometimes, this is difficult
to beg for answers
everthing is truly a test
but this should have been open book
games being played
answers written on your hand
and i can’t even see the scantron;
laid it down
you, the one in the gown
pride of the hometown
strutting, wearin’ that crown
not ready for that showdown
but this is that countdown
wear it on my chest, i’m that proper noun
but i’m the one that looks like a fucking clown.
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