sobered up;
didn’t like what i saw
blood stained lips
black soles
rans wild
like a love child
with a black soul
Tag: Love
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
324 on the dot;
i remember
what time it was
when everything changed
i remember,
i remember it i remember
it
like it was yesterday
i wonder what
would be different
i feel poorly
for the soul
that does
he missed out
on something great
something unique
something
you’ll always remember
beach vacation;
wanderer at heart;
piper never paid
laid on the bay
for all to feast on an open buffet
open everything
not a line
just left on a vine
waving plague
everything in my palms
turn black
arm circles
turn the planet cold
icicle tips
sharpened by the endless night
closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday
we ride for our own
we don’t take names
we don’t take statements
we take answers
pin them to the back of our bikes
just for show;
finished; page two
second place isn’t losing
just a daily reminder
that you have further to go;
i see it in the mirror every morning
a glow staring back
the brown in my eyes catch fire
run it back
the night we walked away
i want it back
the defeat crawling on my skin
i’ll carry it on my back
until next time;
razzles & finger guns
i crave
your hand in mine;
the touch of your fingers
a long my throat
icy breath
raises the hairs on my arm
like soldiers going into battle
your mouth moves
my ears stopped working
last thing i remember;
finger guns
& 13 going on 30
deadly joke
shame on me
laughing for hours
at your own misery
blood stained hands
drawing happy faces
on the earth,
passive forks
i don’t know where this is going
it’s not you it’s me
i think we are just heading into differnet directions
blah blah blah
echo’s down empty corridors
empty words
sprayed on empty walls,
begged for the truth
met with the distance
and a beer
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