if you could see
all the unsent messages;
you’d think bombs were going off
just need to see you
tonight
on our last;
for just a second
free
Tag: Writing
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i would never hurt you
like they did,
the lie i tell myself
every morning.
it’s easier to pull the knife out
from the front,
that’s why
were so close
to feel the breathe escape
onto your warm lips.
i didn’t mean
for this to be
the end,
but it’s our time
maybe
will find one another
in a different life
high roller
take the change
go all in
full house
hayley
misery isn’t a buisness
just a yard sale
homeless boy
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
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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
untitled 03
it’s not that i’m crazy about you
i feel crazy
cycle across the globe
ready to be a government dog
play capture the flag
on the moon;
not crazy
just ready to be a Armstrong
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we’re obsessed with giving everything a name
let’s be obsessed with what we made
just maybe
it wasn’t by chance
it was the chance we took
D&D
good things come to an end
or become something evil
i’ll never forgive
season eight of game of thrones
Saint's Muse 