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
Tag: Memories
slow down time, just for a second
you catch my eye
every time you walk by
like it was the first time,
i’ll hold those seconds like a treasure
in the back of my mind
just for me;
last seconds
in my last seconds
i’ll see our lives played out;
fast forwarded and muted
window shopping
a green slide
moving vans
swimming pools
ringing bells
ringing
ring
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
followers;
i perished in a dream
breathed in a nightmare
awoken by a song
drowned in her lyrics
made-up king
walkin’ round like your
a king;
a king
you are a fucking king
i remember when
you first found that crown
wearing it around
like a fearless toddler;
i don’t know where that went-
i found the crown
i don’t know where you went
the best on your journey
maybe will meet up again soon.
white picket castle; pitchfork mob
i don’t believe you
like i used to
words fall from heavy tongue
braiding my hair with twisted fingers
not like how you used to
memory of our night
carries me like a knight
off to the kingdom
sleeping
without a thought
of the fire outside
minutes
time
no no
the very second
i didn’t want to miss it
but it’s out of my control;
take what is given
accept that we are livin’
the ones that are driven
make the most of these hands
one at a time
if you ask me, i’m ready
for the one in the back
that never got their chance;
keep fighting,
the front is a mosh pit;
dirty, violent and savagery
your kind heart wasn’t meant for this world
waiting for your wings to grow
an angel watching us from above
success magazine; mothra
i collect memories
store ’em in a binder
under my bed
deep under past the monster
blow the dust away
they start early
half eaten by moths or accidents
birthdays and birthdays
a success photo shoot
that fucking kid billy that i hated
(take that one out real quick)
flip to the back to these empty pages
no dust no moths no sad endings- yet
a place i come often
a sweet reminder that the previous pages
don’t tell the end
moths will get to them just like the beginning
will put it back, with out guardian monster
take our books, pens and camera to the park
and look for butterflies
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