We’re all a tragic story waiting to be written, assuming someone’s so inspired.
Starry abyss I’ve wished uponbetween the listless, sleepless nights,is burdened beyond mountain heightswith woes that emanate ‘til dawn. In times of need, we may move onto seeking signs through zodiac.The constellations neatly stackedpaint a pattern across the pit(t). Who do... Continue Reading →
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No idea what to do with the excess calories I get from all the love you withhold from me.
I hope the numbness lifted quickly, I hate to think you sufferedfor me.I believed in good of everyone,and often denied the evil of some.It’s not your fault my dormant naturesidelined your efforts to nurture. I didn’t see the monster you... Continue Reading →
I stacked beer cans way too youngto know their effect on you, my designated caretaker, the funniest thing in the roomuntil two shots were firedand sobered the mood.We would mis-reminisce the marks lateras pinhole constellations, we dreamed were painted with... Continue Reading →
Contort myself to meet you as you are. Because I love your edge, it’s unfortunate nearly 1000 others will always come between us.
Read us the visit of St. Nick,the myth of the man on this night.With bread and a tasteful wine flight,we can dance over politics. Pull ornaments from the attic,along the tinseled tangled star.Sing old songs to build a new start,while... Continue Reading →
Mud kicked and clung to my calvesand your belly in kind.Though I didn't slow down,you never once fell behind.At times we snaked off the path,to avoid sured disaster. Ice had already started melting,so we dared not go faster.Then the wind howled unkindlyand... Continue Reading →
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