your hand reached for mine;
fingers danced like petals on a breezy day
up my arm down my forearm it’s all part of your charm.
Tag: Symbols
cold december evening;
it was a given;
that i couldn’t remember
every detail.
but fuck
did i try;;
memento mori
it was the last drink
on the menu
a call out
to my last thought;
something so simple
that i’d wager
we don’t think about,
breathing;
i want you
to live
enjoy that drink
while you breathe
on my way
his words carried further
deeper
on my way to heaven
please please please
let me hold on to
all of my
all of our memories
soaring higher than sora
to a kindom where our hearts
never die
please please please
on my
on our way to heaven
knitted sweater
your warmth, was taken for granted
applied for a loan, yet you passed it.
faulty timing
shape up or she’ll be gone
listen up, if you were a man
you’d know what’s going on at home
“your” home- nothing but a coward
nothing is what roams these halls
calls to you in the night
reads to you in the dark-
it’s frosty in this bed
our bed
the one we share
just never at the same time
lucky charms
the boy eats porridge
every morning
never deviates or wanders
never wonders about lucky charms
what is lucky charms doing tonight
who are they with
do they think about me
do they like almond milk or 2%.
never about orange juice
never letting guard down for apples
or other straggle fruits
almond milk or 2%
just porridge,
that’s good enough
Senior Skip Day
just me and these goggles
can’t imagine missin’ these days
pjs an waffles
won’t put down the bottle
won’t get outta bed till noon
lets not leave this room
chill on this bed
an stay awhile
cuz damn this breakfast is good
kick back an pull up my hood
kick back an
dream
elevator
the elevator in your intuition
hasn’t settled on a level
floor by floor
juggling balance and sanity.
buttons on all floors
mashed in
flashed in
fire escape button hit
in a corner
waiting
refugee
fighting away
the urge to fight
just take a flight
find a home
made out of bricks
read about the licks
you missed
in a boat sailing away;
far away
that ain’t very fair
they made you mayor
now they call you traitor
blow your brains out with a lazer
and that wouldn’t phase her
found her drawn in crayons so i traced her
just so i can taste her
later
Saint's Muse 