til tomorrow
when it hurts it's worse than when i feel nothing because something that burns yearns for salvation from neosporin and alcohol. the situation is misleading because the fleeting dreaming is peaking when the weeding goes i know i will come down hard like the rain dylan sang about on country roads he told with his soul going north on a map but going nowhere we'd expect you never get what you want if you try but defy my belief and i'll high five you for doing what i tried and i cry out the blues aren't always sung in audible tunes but the true will consume the emptiest of smiles while i sit cross armed with my gun in denial. and change water to wine if only to define the little things in life that collide and suprise the disguise that those happy will continue to be i disagree i say open your mind for you'll find a design to supply the world with a body to be used and confused through the clueless maze of days that expand to weeks into years and your peers won't help steer you clear of the fear that appears when your dear heart breaks cause i still take every hint so hard that my heart breaks to shards a reminder from the scars unforgiving shooting stars a crime a verdict and mine is my mind that won't let go or give up but i know when to shut up and walk away but i stay though i know i don't go because to spite i must spit this fire to expire any last retort you can't afford for it costs too much hindsight to meet my expectations and the light is such a sight because it costs too much blood to fight with a fuck like me. what are you thanking me for she asked when cut myself clean.
posted by fillshe @ 11:49 PM
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