you said
you said you see yourself in me
no baby no
you’re better
you’re you
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you said
you said you see yourself in me
no baby no
you’re better
you’re you
she said when you look deep
she sees nothing
“beware the mirror”
it’s just the beginning
to busy fittin’
in- an missin’
what was really meant for you
spinnin’ in a stew
of yesterday.
look into the mirror
you’re biggest admirer
she used to say
the number twelve
smelled like pine
outside~
one chirstmas morning
12pm
i knew what she meant
~
it’s twelve days till your birthday
i remember that night;
tragic vandal
we’ll light
a pine scented candle
in your memory
it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
i think i loved you
now
i think
i wanted to remember
you
tragedy strikes in three
in the head
the belly
heart~
i saw her
again
at a coffee shop
downtown –
we met
each others gaze
before she met
the inside
of her sunglasses
misery isn’t a buisness
just a yard sale
with all these roaming thoughts
running wild in a field of pollen
towards a wishing well
singing simple as…
the well joined in at the chorus
and it’s simple ass that
they say she’s a pony
she’s my dear;
a bambi on the outside
a trackstar on the inside;
the best at hide and seek
the one that got away so to speak
never one to be phoney
cute as a button, tony tony
lowkey twenty four seven
loki with some dunks, confession