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phil-meup
A question mark Is half a heart and without you I'm torn apart, We're torn in two. I'm left here With no right to ask. Yet I can't go in circles. Because isn't half a heart A question mark?
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 4:46 PM UTC
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Do you believe in fate? Or is it just some romanticized emotion? Do you think people are connected? Or does love only come from devotion? Have you ever felt sad without knowing why? So you stare while you drive and you try not to cry The salt water blurs out the road as it sits in my eye Everything in me wants to let those waters cascade down my imperfect skin Yet everything in me holds back that raging sea with the quick motion of blinking lashes There is nothing and everything in that moment Time is here and every emotion once felt rises to the surface Every regret of a path not taken stares at these flooded bloodshot blue windows They shine the brightest at these moments Who I truly am dances and shines as it reflects my inner most being My soul swims in the blue Regret smiles No tears are shed I smile Regret subsides It always does I always love When time continues I exist When time stops I thrive I’m here I’m alive and somehow I survive
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
Imperfect Expression
Sometimes when God closes a door You're stuck in the room Conseptuluze Conception dies Those heavy hips and light brown thighs Those bright red lips and sky blue eyes Have made him look up to the skies And then he stops and there he cries The truth gives way as down he lies He just gave up his enterprise The grown man is a boy who tries To love the girl no compromise Who loves him first without disguise And lays with him till sun does rise But then she left him for a prize He lays in grass and waves at flys He sinks still lower from his highs His girl is gone he couldn’t arise She left him to his own demise And he’s alone So far from home Not one to care No one to share He’s still alone No place his home So he lays on the grass and he cries his eyes dry And he wipes off his tears And he gives up the years And he stands in the wind and he walks to the door Opens it up and he looks in the house Closes the doors now he’s stuck in the room Sits on the floor as he lays in the tomb And his fists start beatin And his heart starts bleedin Then the room falls apart as he falls on his head And his tomb opens up its the dawn of the dead The energy is breakin in There is no time for takin in The moment is medicinal The opening old windowsill The life he has is underway There’s no more time to sit and pray The beast is risin from the grave Forgetting of the girl who gave Forgiving all her precious ways The old man's reached his end of days The new man he has just begun And so stands against the flame the song of him is still unsung Unsung And there he goes And there he goes And he goes And then he’s gone And then he’s gone And he’s gone And he’s not wrong And he’s not wrong And he’s wrong
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
A Breath of an Angel
Sometimes when God closes a door You're stuck in the room Conseptuluze Conception dies Those heavy hips and light brown thighs Those bright red lips and sky blue eyes Have made him look up to the skies And then he stops and there he cries The truth gives way as down he lies He just gave up his enterprise The grown man is a boy who tries To love the girl no compromise Who loves him first without disguise And lays with him till sun does rise But then she left him for a prize He lays in grass and waves at flys He sinks still lower from his highs His girl is gone he couldn’t arise She left him to his own demise And he’s alone So far from home Not one to care No one to share He’s still alone No place his home So he lays on the grass and he cries his eyes dry And he wipes off his tears And he gives up the years And he stands in the wind and he walks to the door Opens it up and he looks in the house Closes the doors now he’s stuck in the room Sits on the floor as he lays in the tomb And his fists start beatin And his heart starts bleedin Then the room falls apart as he falls on his head And his tomb opens up its the dawn of the dead The energy is breakin in There is no time for takin in The moment is medicinal The opening old windowsill The life he has is underway There’s no more time to sit and pray The beast is risin from the grave Forgetting of the girl who gave Forgiving all her precious ways The old man's reached his end of days The new man he has just begun And so stands against the flame the song of him is still unsung Unsung And there he goes And there he goes And he goes And then he’s gone And then he’s gone And he’s gone And he’s not wrong And he’s not wrong And he’s wrong
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