A "less than" Spiritchains around the private and hearts
I'm tarnished..you're tarnished.
So when will you come back
and play my game again?
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SomedaySomeday, maybe I’ll know What to make of this.Someday
Until I know why the waves know the ways I’m gonna tell you it might not work out right. The street lamps guide me when a strong heart won’t.
If you don’t mind, I’ll walk the line beside you and watch you reach the next step before me, smile to myself when I’m at your heels.
Someday we’ll know what colour your eyes have become, why long walks rule by a setting sun.
Sometimes I need you by
my side on a metaphorical car rid
by ~NaturesCourtesy
PanicIn neglect of a whole, I see a core acknowledgement of curiosity and hope, know-nothing care.Panic
So why did she seize?
To get back her
control.
Backed into a corner, they’re forms and a blur. You don’t know how far
I see in you, repeated and pleaded, “I love, I’m around.”
So what did she seize?
The crumbling circle in her right---her left hand in an aluminum can.
I will explain what they don’t understand, you’re as right as the day I saw you break.
by ~NaturesCourtesy
CheckmateThis isn’t New York City but I’ve traveled along roads and by air and by foot to see the lights inCheckmate
your face that are as bright as your bleached hair.
We don’t have to be explorers to explore each other, drowning in sensations, not rivers; skipping reservations, not rocks.
But a test is a test, pop quiz or planned, I just couldn’t bring myself to fail again.
However many lives you’ve led, I’m glad you reincarnated when you did. I’m thankful you were stripped of your st
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The Shape of PassionYou gotta go far past the judgment where, even in the sky, I saw an admonition in your eyes.The Shape of Passion
Time stops like beauty when you enter the room and I’m on the verge of your physical meltdown.
Drown out the ram fam in my head, my pores seeped a deep, deep red. Ballsy confidence takes me where I won’t go and you’re laying across my bed.
So I change.
You’re swathed in nothing but your leather coat, I tried not to stare but then you let down your hair. I let out a sigh
by ~NaturesCourtesy
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the prospect of his future life stretched before him like
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