i perished in a dream
breathed in a nightmare
awoken by a song
drowned in her lyrics
Tag: Poem
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.
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
passing athena on the 57 north
one day;
i’ll wake up in a cloud of your perfume
and never come back
butterfly stroke
i feel you like water between my fingers
swimming inside you
breath being held for hours
this is my comfort place
stroke in motion
pool of clear water
in the backyard
you are home.
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey
in my memories you taste like honey
honey trust me i’ll be your pot
keep you safe
in all of our haste
everything we have faced
never stopped to put them in their place
it was all not a waste
attached at the waist
at your side i could never be erased
tell them all that i am that man
a lover a single dedicated brand
crowd pleaser one you always have to stan
i’ve been that man
this is the ground plan
i gave up being that madman
mindin’ my own business
stressin’ over pennies
still in our twenties
problems i got many
i’m with you he got jenny
we came through i got plenty
yup
ring on my piece
everybody wanna lease
never settlin’ for peace
hidin’ in the crease
still losing to the police
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
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
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