We are kissing lividity.we are listening to the arias of ghosts, a scale that levies, it measures and rejects, what was love gave way to injured hope, limping along in such broken contexts.We are kissing lividity.
we are reading the letter so eloquently styled, that tells of better times that come and go, news of folded hands, and the weakest smiles, written words to the lesser who will never know.
we are touching the etchings that are left, running doctor's reports beneath our finger tips, dates of birth flow between dates of death, we are kissing lividity on her pouty little lips.
we smell the ch
"Co ta ten la.."her name is Beth, and she knows me best,"Co ta ten la.."
she is a heart attack, a pulmonary reaction,
she's the pain in my chest, a split in my head,
a loving headache, she is indecisive action.
her name is Jesse, and she never knew a thing, she is the misread map, something flailing lost, we spent the time looking at the stars, because we weren't ever, and no we're still not.
her name is Moxy, and she spends her nights drawing, she is a failsafe girl, made of cinnamon twirls, altogether fleeting somewhere else, locked to life like the sea to a pearl.
her name is
Girls kill girls.wallflowers don't flourish in tethered togethers, they need a brick canvas to find their lever- -age so they can sway on their own two feet, but if i can lean on you, then you can lean on me.Girls kill girls.
street sweepers sweep this empty parking lot, while you and i kiss in this car turned off. I hope the ignition fails, i wish for wheels that lock in place. I would spend the rest of this life touching your face.
So yes, I guess, we've finally found something good, So feel free to ask me, to drive from me to you, We'll curl up and read along to a soundless sound, and smile wit
Me, him, a second guess.What symbols and virtues comprise a man? We are nothing if not the things we hold dear. An artist needs his muse to shape his hands, The Imam needs belief to guide his spear.Me, him, a second guess.
I am youth, and i implore you Logic, To give me the wisdom that I seek, To understand the unwritten sonnet, Spoken by the people that cannot speak.
I am curiousity unchained and unrealized, I suppose that's all curiousity knows how to be. The pleasure of discovery is in the surprise, To stumble on evidence that feeds the faith in me.
I am willpower so raw and unfinished, Be
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