•Blind love•
We can never tell if it’s there
We stare at the moon
Till it becomes eternal flame
We blame it on our eyes
For the time we have stained
Our memories blend in
Stories become entertainment
Our breath is then shared in mint
The galaxies become our escape
The air tamed tapes our bodies into flames
We can no longer see except for our souls that run away into the dark to find stars that then burn into beautiful light lovely blue surrounded by cupids clouds
The Night & Day
•Binds our love•

The seaside water heals
The sunlight glistening the health
Our ships have sailed
The ports have been abandoned
A bandaid covers the salt we’ve mixed
Our separate waves keeps us moving
Fishing for flowers to bloom a boat ahead
The direction is clear in the sleep of the storm
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I feel awake sound asleep lately
Before hurricanes wrapped around my brain
The seaside water heals
I hear the light house is the halo
Hold me under, make me feel like an angel
While the light at the surface tears open our messenger bottles
Instead of me drowning in all these empty bottles
I’m graced with peace by the sunshine painted with pieces by the clouds
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I arrive to the shore
I feel the sunshine
My feet are healed in the sea
My soul is cleared by the heat
The light house is a clear mirror
The flowers are planted in the sand
While I walk away my name is engraved
No longer sinking only bliss in me singing

My pen is bending
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My eyes are blind
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When my lights dim
The clips break
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I’m struggling  
Too hold everything together
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My sky view shows a pilot twist
The sunset spirals while my flight dies
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I see the windshield break
But I believe a blank canvas can still blink
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I’m suffering
Too keep my passion from being passed on
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•The one way spilts my paper into gray•
•My drive collided with my sight of color•
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The love of life
Drifts away
While my
Bullets create
Turns of O-pens
Circling back around
Too the plot of sunrises
The light begins a new trip
The wind brings back the shattered pieces
The glass is finally made to be seen through
And I start to see outside the review

I have a problem with paranoia
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My phone buzzes but it’s just a ghost
My phone rings but that’s just me thinking
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Driving fast made me feel more free then being in my own room
I’m being watched at home base
Someone is out here for another backstab
I’ve already lost my vibrance
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My peace has been disturbed
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer go home
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer quiet my conscious down
I’m hitting the rail
I’m rolling off of a dream
I’ve failed and there’s no more believing