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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@kaysurrahsurrah
the way we were, is now a memory. one we can never recreate.
Oh brother where art thou?
I don't know what to do with myself. I couldn't sleep so I decided to study the one book I kept from college. Ironically it's Anatomy & Physiology.
I'm wondering why I kept it. I'm wondering why the one person who was my anchor during my first flight out of reality is dead. I'm wondering if you somehow knew what was coming..You built a family, you built a home, you built a business. Did the labor of building kill you? Or was it your destiny to only get to 39 on the clock? Is that why you paid thousands of dollars to bring a child into the world? So we'd have a piece of you when you left?
I'm wondering why - out of alllll the college books I kept, I kept this one. about the body. this host my soul is trapped in.. I watched yours kill you..I watched everything that was important to you become dust in the wind..
the last time I saw your body...you were not in it...you were somewhere else...
somewhere, today
Somewhere, today
Someone is makin love by choice
While another has no voice to choose
Somewhere, today
One man is losing all he owns
While the other sits lonely on his thrown
somewhere, today
Sheās losing to a winner
Who already hasĀ
plans for dinner
Next thursday at seven
While She canāt evenĀ
recall the last time she ate
I hate that there isnāt a day
Where everything goes
Everyone's way is treason
Against someone elseās reason
To liveā¦
Somewhere, today
Someone sits still for the sting & the thrill
of making their skin a work of art
While another is restrained & in pain
at the hand of someone who has no heartĀ
Somewhere, today
A women is locked in a room
for having an imaginary friend
While the other draws crowds
to predict the unseen end
Somewhere, today
Heās enjoying the glimmer
Shining off the sun set sea
While the other wishes
That same shimmer
Was free for hisĀ
Eyes that cannot seeĀ
How can it be
that there isnāt a day
Where everything goes
Everyone's way is treason
Against someone elseās reason
To give a fuck
The list goes on & on in my mind
& all I find is another reason toĀ
Despise the grind that keepsĀ
Us filling our cup withĀ
Someone elseās luckĀ
what the actual fuck
fucking joyā¦finally
i saw me through your eyes
cause you told me what you saw
so forgive me for hearing the truth
forgive me for believing you
forgot thereād ever be a reason not to
i called your bluff
i knew there wasnāt enough
mutual under
standing in the parking lot
giving back all your stuff
we traded keys with evils ease
the open doors were just a tease
oh please tell me does that pride
taste as good as me
she asked you to give me some space
guess you didnāt trust her place
i may be bi polar but i only have one face
my eyes never lied babe
they rolled somewhere else
because tides cannot hide
they have all and none of the control
does part of you still look a like a light
the sun could never shine as bright
as the night we first shared time
it was right
which means itās still right
because every story
demands the end glory
even finding something wrong
will never change the notes of a
song that sang something real
that taught us how
and what
and why we feel
anything is better than this
your blocking every miss
so i clench one fist
to hold the future
while the other has to
let go to heal every single suture
why do you run like youāre running out of time, what would make you wait for it?
are you still asking truman whatās up
do you still feel like human just isnāt enough
can you still look a around and see the sounds that arenāt there -
is your soul in despair or under repair maybe you thought your decision was fair
but ask the air that holds my lungs hostage
when i think about the good bye i never got
could you have given just one more thought
before you made you make me disappear
youāre not a magician
the curse was just your tradition
i wrote it once
iāll say it again
i think heaven
is on the other
side of one
more chance
you literally said
that i was quick HA
that i could keep up
it wasnāt a trick
you saw me through my eyes
And maybe itās lucky for you,
theyāre still open
your mom gave me the biggest hug last night
sure it was a dream - still I woke feeling like
I did something right
she told me it was good to have me back
like the lack of my presence actually
made a difference
I think that's all we really want
significance
it seeks and finds itself
staring at a glassless mirror
windows don't make things clear
they just show you what's there
and you're still there when I blink
so what exactly is my soul supposed to think
I held your face in my hands last night
doesn't have to be real to feel right
feelin some type of way
all these burdens are mine to bear, even though I never even asked to fucking be here.Ā
dear body, iām sorry iāve spent the majority of your life hating you. i donāt reckon that feels very nice. iāll do better
FL ā”ļø GA
question - written by sarah tiffany
thereās a question on my mindĀ
& no, itās not the kindĀ
I can answer on my own
some wait for a signĀ
or all the stars to align
wish that I could call you on the phone
baby can you tell me if you want this
now that I know ignorance is bliss
Iām terrified to bring you here
with all the darkness, hate & fear
will my love be enough for you my dear?
the first time I felt pain
& knew I had a brain
the seed of self was sown
life is like a game
no two days are the same
& certain things can never be known
existence doesnāt just begin
there is no sign up sheet
if I decide the where & when
would you even like to meet?