#using op tags

[shroom-sprout]

Pillowtalks and sidewalks

Answers asked for and a stillness silent as a knife edge to the side of your head

Off putting and preset stages 

useless filling of the space 

leaving a strange impregnated feeling of some sort of salvation

Found in the sins i had committed since i last saw you

Slow to see and awkwardly acknowledge the fault within our spiraled constellation 

Exploding stars and freckles matching up on our faces

How human… how spacious 

The betweens that life can bring.

-QNC.

[shroom-sprout]

Pillows talks and sidewalks

Limb to limb stretched far too thin

The trial and error of the wind taking you in

Like a lost orphan in a winter night wind seeks to find you a new home

Not to be alone but with its cold comfort in the night

 helping shiver you down to sleep

Cool and cozy in the last little winks

-QNC.

[shroom-sprout]

pillow talks and sidewalks

Writers block

And cellar room fights

Bleak and blackened eyes

Dry heaving up your final thoughts

A wretched reminder of the mistakes from the night before that doesn't seem quite right in your now shattered mind

Mushy and melted feeling in the that high you've provided

The one that slowly kills my racing trains of thought 

Stopping them at a full blown stand still

 and ive lost all control of my own functions

Im lost in you and now i cant get out. I dont know if i want to

-QNC.

[shroom-sprout]

Pillow talks and sidewalks

Sign me seal me red and delivered by you to you

sigh into my soul like only you know how to

-QNC

[shroom-sprout]

horse flies and drivebys shootings and stings skin broken and blood spilled on concrete sweet in the spill but bitter in the loss

-QNC.

[shroom-sprout]

collogne soaked midnights

special spells mixed right up just for you walking long roads train tracks you name it its seen your name smoke filled lungs and frosted air mixed together in a strange almagamation of heavy inside you its going to be a long night huh?-QNC.

[shroom-sprout]

flooded with oxygen to the lungs like i've been pushed to the ground and it's the first breath coming back to reality lights bright in stuttered eyes blinking just to recollect myself snuck in like a sideswipe into and out of my life painful as a car crash in the loss of you

-QNC

[shroom-sprout]

Spinnin till I get tipsy feeling chasing a drunken dream that I know could kill me knowing this isn't me I just can't stop I chase these dreams till I lose all feeling but falling trip different more like tip drifter now I've lost everything for these dreams and now… now look at me

-QNC.