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Hello mother, Has it been 4 years and counting still? I think i lost My goals somewhere Or if they we're ever real I know you'll stay To keep me safe Until i get to be Your eldest boy That's suppose to carry Alot more weight than his own But until then All i can say is sorry Because im learning still To give thanks for help To speak what is true To rise as often as i fall
Hello mother, Has it been 4 years and counting still? I think i lost My goals somewhere Or if they we're ever real I know you'll stay To keep me safe Until i get to be Your eldest boy That's suppose to carry Alot more weight than his own But until then All i can say is sorry Because im learning still To give thanks for help To speak what is true To rise as often as i fall
You look at her, And you see how her skin is as beautiful As how the moon glows on a clear sky, And you wonder if her reflection On water ever had ripples That gave sceneries the masters Painted on canvass She talked gently, Not hard to imagine it like how the sirens did When they lured the sailors to sea But for once I didn't blame them, For not intellect, nor strength of will Could drag you out the heaven of a stupor Her words could be She looks at me questioningly And I was afraid to tell she made my heart flutter like they had wings, And that if they had it would fly towards her Into those eyes that seemed like the only place I have ever wanted to start And hoped it led unto answers to whatever I've been unconsciously asking for But its just sweet regret, sweet reprieve, and in more ways than one a sweet joke Because although her lips could always make her words the sweetest I would hear, They would still say "no" And to my ears The only sound I would hear, Is the fluttering of wings Back to a hollow cage of bones.
Diana
The only thing I think of lately is you Your pale face and bright eyes An answer to the looming darkness Within my closed mind I'd rather not bring you in it For I fear if I do you would falter to smile towards my sight Diana the sky is always a masterpiece beside you My dreams although a mere fantasy I would not want to wake up to The voices that wake me up would not have mattered If not for yours that is too sweet to refrain from giving an answer My heart, for now, is not but a ship That toils on seas of joy and sorrow It bounds, and it sails, and it unpurposely dips To a point my compass cannot follow When last we talked of how often we question If the world really does bring hope To me the only hope I could ever keep fastened Is my hands to a plausible future, I suppose, like a sailor's tight knot on a rope I do not know why I write still of you Or why I cannot write of another How when I laid down my hands and found that they too Feel as empty as the days that came after After the one wrong turn I have taken After all that you've thought and build up to is questioned Peaceful thoughts of forgetting are only reached when I listen To Diana, who brings sleep and reprieve and sweet poison For now all that is filled inside my insignificant head Is to reason that there is more to what we can't understand That tomorrow there is nothing but hope that sends Us to a better place where our feet would be pleased to stand Stay near and spill your beauty to someone who aches to have some I know the soil would not fail to show you some of hers Ill wait for the following days to come Ill wait for the haven that is to come Lest I be kept from the joys to come By the harboring ship of regret and pain I'll keep myself accompanied by rum And the thoughts of sweet Diana within dreams that keep me sane
I'm so gay and so is Maan so we're so bagay for each other.
a comparison between a girl and a crime scene, and something about the way she wore caution tape around her neck like a scarf
There are days when I like to walk past sunsets with nothing but your face in my mind. There are days when I'm heavy and I swear when I hear your voice it would lift my feet off the ground. There are days that I shelter on storms you bring within our home. And days when I am the one that bring winds that break the doors. There are days I'd take your hand and tell you the sea is nice to walk to and days when I say the sand sticks too much on my skin. There are days that I will tell you that I love you and days that I will forget to mention it. There are days that would seem like I won't care. And days that you will feel like you are a queen. But there will never be a day that I won't love you, so rest assured that even if im lost sometimes, my love would always be constant.
Remind yourself that you love the rain. The beach. The sky. The pages of an old book. Not the other way around.
remind yourself that loving would bring as much joy as being loved.
The windows are still closed and it's raining hard again but let's wear our coats and boots and run underneath waiting sheds or tunnels to make out in. Let's go back to my house to dry off and drink a mug of cocoa and I'll let you write how you feel on the windows using your lipstick. We'll end up wearing clothes that make us look good not keep us warm on this kind of weather, I have you for that. I hope you know that I won't mind if the rain ruins your hair or if your clothes start to cling on your skin, actually I think I'll like that. And maybe we'll go out again afterwards and find trees to sit underneath on while we shiver with nothing but each other's warmth. Then night would fall and we would walk home wet and shivering but laughing at how young we are or how stupid it is to worry whether we've kissed each other enough instead of how sick we'll get tomorrow.
Wants and needs and things i’ve never had the chance to do yet
The heart does not tire
i hate to say it but sometimes ignorance is bliss,
its a long day and everyone does what they want,
and i’m not here to meddle on the little things that made up yours,
i just want to know if you’re okay by the end of the day,
and that you sleep with content,
and know that my arms would always greet you
good night
and
welcome home,
when you crawl back into our bed
lacerations, and drugs, and smoking habits your drinks,your boys, your sexual habits dont burn up burn up burn up supernova we'll be together for the next 3 billion years
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i have a lot of years to get used to your skin
supernova
your lips your eyes your indecision those breasts those legs the way you listen to voices to vices to all our demons waking up asking why i feel so scarred
chorus lacerations, and drugs, and smoking habits your drinks,your boys, your sexual habits dont burn up burn up burn up supernova we'll be together for the next 3 billion years
your breath your skin it taste like ecstacy the lies the ways we keep our secrecy to all our sudden choices our hearts i hope we kept them safe
chorus
bridge: the nights the days i wish theyre longer the chocolate the sticks i wish theyre longer too your hair your smile i wish theyre longer the chocolate the sticks i wish theyre longer too
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