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Love’s full of maybe’s, the uncertainty, those words of a lingering hope cascading down a waterfall. It changes and contradicts and evolves. It’s a process that needs a starting point. There is no end point like there is on a graph in your math class. Love doesn’t end, it only lives on until it dies inside you when you realize it’s too late to say that you do.
you've left me in a nostalgic setback, with your voice wrapped into the wind, whispering my name into night sky it all settles down by the end, but nothing will ever be the same taking the road two years back won't do you any good, the faults have aligned, like the planets, and they're slowly catching up to you it might be too soon for you to go
settled || gv
when will they learn that my strengths don't equal their's I am not you nor will I ever be you there's a handful left to say but I guess passing out the pieces need to be laid out in front of you first, then presented in this formal-informal way of how this circle goes around us it'd be closed up and locked up with a key we'd throw out into the river if ever shall the event occur again but the circle would probably wash up to shore and find us in different lives and start the whole cycle over again whether that be years or even days from now everything still continues to go on whether you're catching up with it or not is that even real, or is it just a name you're throwing to the wind, hoping someone would throw it back like a boomerang it's the classic chain of no returns a brick wall built between the two souls and neither can pass the hope of its returned is at the foot of headstones in the ground, they'll come back in words the ghosts that wrap around you are such a tease, filling you with false hope they'll shower you with sunflowers they found growing in the gardens and call out to the bees to make you breakfast have the birds dress you in your Wednesday-best, accompanied by a little side of stress placed upon your platter pour a little bit of misleading actions to ease off the stress and drink up your sorrows
Strength || gv
"untitled" I'd bet you tops it'll only cost them a month or less to get through then leave and run away over and over again that's how all the deals go around those kids, maybe it's a concept they're all just throwing into the wind, watering it down our petals wilting in the prologue of the winter you've got that 5th mark on your tally board standing over by the doorway and you haven't got a clue why you even started counting the days a little dose of this stuff won't kill you, honey, it's the side affects that softly kick at your heart, nothing will be the same once you've had a taste of this stuff
wake her up when birds start swimming and where summer's reign ends lead her to where the sun dies and the clouds liquify water her with the missings she's come to gather in order blossom and grow when spring chimes in, it's warmth fails to radiate the promises it swore upon let the ghosts mourn in their sorrow, they've whispered that they missed you into the walls- be cautious, for they may grab you by the leg and drag you back to her again the truth unfolds itself in the prologue of the future, stop hiding in the missings of yesterday and tell them you've been looking for her too
day dream // gv
kiss me into the abyss, and let me fall deeper into the delirium kingdom, where I'm crowned the queen defending this country is killing me my armor wearing down with age, and everything loosing its luster how much longer must I fight until you're free from harm?
land of the free // gv
what he speaks is true, molding his name in my palms was the deterioration of a romance left out to dry on the clothesline, no lies hidden under these wraps the forces of nature and fate combining to where the haze that fills the city reminds us that the fire's still alive, and alas, the era of desecrating memories lie beneath us -gv
what a picture perfect spot for a picture perfect person in a picture perfect world where only we exist in this not-so picture perfect town where we lie down here on pieces of paper where we're only to be found...
