we lost. we were barely playing, showed up late cussed each other out finished strong too not show up when it mattered most; it's not all you i know the ball could have been better not perfect, just better we were never perfect just humans showing up each game playing for our lives
Tag: Poem
memory is a bloody river
chances are you'll forget; the long nights the honest hours the weakness; and remember our last fight.
knitted sweater
your warmth, was taken for granted applied for a loan, yet you passed it.
or crash
the falling isn't the worst part it's the moment right before you land; it's here in a blink while the other eye is idle
already gone-
chances of a revival; last night you came into my dream last night you were a dream, to bring a few words chances of a revival: the second coming your rebirth is here. awaken looked out the window the peep hole nothing
a night in Santorini
just stay an extra night will waive the fee the loose change free of charge round trip flight
on your love)
docile disguises drifting in the clouds; some days i'll rest this pen, like eyeballs on a pillow, n' let the words come from writing on a wall subconscious love existing on an edge made of paper planes flying(
wind resistance
i didn't believe; the wind would come whisper in italics just to follow the whispering scent- to follow -- to follow --- to follow ------- to let the wind carry you without the worry
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dream chasing; not to be confused by having- the purity of the air is the difference between the chase, the stamp of this art, the corner carved on this medium to last, to make a tiny smile - last. the closer to the earth the field is littered with bodies looking for a scrap of… Continue reading v1 passion v2
comfort nightmare
take a minute and relax was it that serious she spilled a drink on you; flares burst like the fourth of July she'll never forget this night, four seasons passed n as she woke from her bed at the four seasons from her comfort nightmare
Saint's Muse 