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I think it's sad
The inability to miss
She seems mad
For being the reason I'm bad
We drown in our mistakes
We float when the virtue takes
On Spring mornings, with wet dew prancing
across leaves and blades of grass,
Standing alone across vast fields,
I journeyed long stone paths,
The tasteful wind at my back.
Yesterday they played "Hayley's comet"
In the liveliness of the shared room.
The chords struck the chatter in the kitchen
It was one of those times
Where the pure presence of people
The Canary with Black Lungs
Caged Bird Brought in to Replace the Last One
…With My First Breath…
Divinely chosen I embraced my new throne of gold
Bespeak to me of bespoken ballads to warm your ears
Innate love and wisdom I freely pour out for you
I'm going out today
I'm very excited to go outside
And see you, Grace
I love the walk from my house to yours
It's my favorite stroll
I'm excited to see you and hold you and talk
I'm happy when you're here and I'm happy when you're not
I love you but I don't long for you
Why?
Overwhelming atmosphere
No one to lay your head on
Why not kill the mourning in me
Whisper how my eyes bring scorn
Sweetly stabbing you like a horn
Tragic end
Grab your shotgun, and your bullets.
Cock it. Pull it! Let the bang ring through the air.
Let it fall down, and let it drown out the noise.
Innocence is sweet subjection.
Haunted by that doe's complexation.
The shepherds wake, and tend to their flocks of sheep.
As chaos rears it's head bearing ugly teeth.
When snakes come out to tempt, and break the weak.
The lambs turn to goats, and shake all of belief.
But like lambs who are slaughtered for their shepherds feast.
She likes nothing
And nothing is like her
This roof is carried by agony, guilt and disgust
The monster disappeared
Yet the nightmares are still
See, they say the time heals
They never truly know
They say when a girl dreams
She ought to let it go
Now, every time I'm here
I feel so high yet low
