For better or worse. *** Times like this I wished we weren’t always at a page we could never quite take. Times like this I wished we were a song that would never break. Times like this I wish we were nothing more than a clean slate. Times like this I wish we weren’t.
We never learn. * There is a kind whose paths leave emptiness. A plight that cares not beyond its current thirst. The ones who shed its own blood. Us.
Don’t worry, it’s gonna be fine. * Stay low, soft knees. For pain, you’ll see. Chin up, young one. For death, there’s none.
I rinse my hands off this bloodied soap. In hopes, that it’ll rid me of our sinking boat. No more ropes, to a once promised oath.
Because of the void my country is in. * Hate, we ate, in silence, became tyrants.
Feelings linger, even when we don’t want it to. *** There you were, across the street, To my heart and mind, an ever glitch. There you are, across the street, To my heart and mind, a broken switch.
When the body and soul doesn’t jive with the world. *** The days often like dreams, vanishing before memory. The nights like childhood fantasies, moonlit portals to impossible odysseys.