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Please don't save me from myself
I have my needs and want them.
My shaking hand will write my song
just a ***** with his sharp pen.
The needle holds the promise
of a heaven and an Amen.
Thinking of you is a poison
        I drink often
        Brain exploding
        Heart crashing

Maybe this is the part
       Where I just lay down
       Sip my coffee
       And look at you walking away from me
Beneath my hard edges.
Beneath my torn, battered heart.
Beneath my sunbathed flesh 
and these worn bones

Please believe, 
that somewhere in me,
there is a love song
and it is the kind you listen to
while driving back home
My eyes
are windows
to my soul
and i can’t seem
to draw
the blinds.
These stillframe fireworks are suspended and free
Enchanted by moonlight and memories to be
Like dandelions dancing down and around us
This beauty is ephemeral, but eternal to me

The colors above us reflect in your eyes
Attributing admiration to staying alive
Like a desert oasis we fought for this moment
This beauty is ephemeral, but only cause eternity is a long, long time
“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚.”
“I guess it’s better to be sad, because maybe you can fix something.”
“But you can’t fix feeling numb, if you can’t
feel anything in the first place.”
i love sunday
gotta love sunday
just love the sun
and the day
but nothing comes between sunny day
or sundae? am i right?
i can rest in peace
and my hands with ease
because today is sunday
today's the day
sunday it is. rest day today.
tomorrow should be sunday.
but that means today is not sunday.
so what would rather sunday be?
if sunday isn't the day of today?
so rest your mind
and touch the sky
because today's sunday.
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