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Adam Mott Mar 2016
Searching through old caves and coves
Colouring the sunset with our favourite hopes
Dreaming of the summer sun
The familiar taste of love
The feeling of being young

I think we found a seashell
But we were running out of time
Not talking about the caves
Even looking to the Ocean
Ever closer, the waves

Coming up from the banks
With retrospect and vigour
I see the signs as weathervanes
Twisted by all the directions they have been pulled

What was once a part of this story
Has gone out with the waves
Once, they came closer
Only to recede out into the depths
Of the bay
Adam Mott Jul 2014
No, I do not enjoy the silence
The stretch and reek
Colourful reasons for which not to speak
And though I respect your silence
I try to speak
Because I love you
Though this ocassionaly makes my heart feel akin to being a freak
And now these words come fast and hard
With you I play the lesser part
The work is me and the work is you
Yet you feel as if the littles do
Dance and appreciate
Know and love
For if the day should come
You'll know what you had
No theme. Only a string of words.
Adam Mott Feb 2015
That's a light down there
This loneliness seemed infinite
Chained and writhing I was bent
Fingers gnashing against memories while my eyes fluttered a thousand miles away
Unraveling

From once was me
From whence I came
Unshaken, shaken
Shattered, thousand pieces
From the water I am pulled under

Not wanting to be found, haunted
Fell for a wicked trick
Locked in my own memories
Where I lived long

The key to me?
Stored above in another building
Clueless of the struggle in me
I see that you have seen me
Unshackled I become someone angry
I raise my voice and tell the past to sink
To drown and suffer in it's own crooked nature
Unravel

Oh, Live is what that said
How funny it is now that I see
I had misheard the lyric
Had grown stronger, better
Taller, deeper

I say with one more look behind me
"Go **** yourself into the sea"
Laughing I see
The lyric,
Oh, live
Unravel
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Never say sorry to you again
'and I will gently close my eyes
Sorry to those I love whom are not you
For I would have followed you into wonder
For you, nothing in this world I wouldn't do
Nothing in this world

Help this idealistic dream come true
Nothing else will do
Follow me down into Hell,
Love me into and beyond, June

Are you going to remember all our nights,
Eclipses unseen unto endless flight
Need you to fight
Stay beyond the brink of the light

I am ready to settle and seed
Draw the covers to a close
Know that we were made to find
'the last sentence of our stories
*Together
Breaking free, Conscience Falls
Adam Mott Jan 2014
Young and beautiful,
Softer each time
The way I see your eyes
Deep and under control

Would I ever be free of this love
Could I call it home,
I know you live with me
'Here under the banner of "us"

Please just accept my hand,
All the grace and immaculate warmth
I wish to once again hold
Will we recall, something so beautiful
Adam Mott Jan 2014
Outside my own Heart
Lingers a beating, throbbing part
Large and small all at once
Mistified by shape and tone of what once was
Better Loves come about more than once
Conscience Falls and litter trawls
Adam Mott Dec 2013
The part of me
Chasing the road home
Our tragedy in melodies
Sanctity of volume
In which we need love
The day we wake up
A day it's over, the sky falling down
Lone down, London Town
Singing to the river,
While the daylight lets us know where it has to go
The story in a blink of your pretty green eyes
Started while the sound was queer,
Now you roam the night
Royality, we tried
'Though our kids are growing up
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Adam Mott Mar 2016
There's something about a dream
Neon and green lights blaring with deaf musical tones
Familiar faces drunk with time
Something unnatural in occurrence
Sparking an uneasy joy in the mind

Taking steps to remedy
Something too far gone
Ghosts which parade about you
Undercover in fantasy

Over, over, over
Closer, closer, closer
Gone
Gone, gone gone

Only to wake up'
Adam Mott Apr 2015
The mystery of it all
Something I often recall
I didn't want to learn you
Don't you know?
These shattered dreams above
Could a blanket cover you?

There's no going back
Time, like an empty vessel
Holding no cargo
Down we go
Like time itself

Glass in the water
Glass throughout the sea
Glass in the fear of what we have done
Glass in the sky
Glass in me

Like shattering glass
Like an empty vessel
We all break
Adam Mott Dec 2013
It is a hunger
Desire to love and grow further
Acquit to encumber
Greek fire abreast of precursor

Let me feel that love yet unheard of to me
In this old world
Debris barren of written word at sea
Deep kiss unfurl

Until then, memories keep coming
Beauty, which yet not be wrong
Living will, remedies forthcoming
Off duty all along

If the sky would fall
Die nor, would we all
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Adam Mott May 2014
I awoke to dawn under auburn skies
Colour was gone
The feeling of place all wrong
Moved to a space outward and down
And all the sun clouds in my head, they made up for the storm clouds calling me dread

Hallowed Eves and pale morning skies bestow the greatest blessing  
A beautiful girl who has the gift for which many sift
One day that very girl would come to feed my growing flames
She hugged me with those deep brown eyes and told me her name
After that, nothing was ever the same
Of how many, only a large number value knows
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Ninety-nine cents for my best friend
A drive to the mall
Turned around gracefully
Never meant to let you down
A coffee full of tea
Confusion in conversation
Emotional reactions to being unseen

You never voiced any concern until it was too late for me
Left on my own in a great big sea
All I could do was be brave
Dreaming the same things

The next day I buried that version of me
Shallow was the grave, ready to be raised if need be
Nobody asked where he went
They could already see

Potentially wasting my lungs on this
Too much time and energy
Try to feel all things
Intense and clear
Feelings resonating off every wall

It was never a waste of our young years
Time spent with you
I miss every moment
Not because I had someone
But because I had you, Olivia

Now, dreams are ribbons to the wind
As I find my way home again
Cold and confused
Tending to a heart now bruised
I remain me, strong and stubborn
Things I have learnt still colour me
But I will never call these years a waste

No, they meant the world to me
Thank-you
For everything
I'm reaching out in the way I know how. I'm thankful for all that happened and I miss it so, I just can't believe such a little thing made it go. I see that I had issues with being too much, it was something I could have fixed if you had told me. But that was then and this is now, I have grown as a person, I see it now. I love you and wish you could see who I have become. I wanted to let you know I figured it out and am sorry for my part in this.
Emotions, right?
Adam Mott Feb 2016
Paint me the way you remember me
In dreams and reality
Contrast light and dark
Asking yourself,
Where you placed my heart

Grow me a garden of roses
Pick every petal the same way
Grow less interested every day
Ignore it, scorn it
Act surprised when it defiantly grows beyond its confines

Stare up at the sky
Emulating my voice in your head
Seek out the seed which you planted
Paint the true story in my head
Let the sun set slowly
Echo every act, again and again

Nothing fits the frame
Alone, it appears inconsistent
The garden queries and the painting runs
Unsure of where to go
Not but a thirsty man, drinking his memories
Undauntingly trying to fly
Inspired by some POTF lyrics
Adam Mott Nov 2015
What would you say if you came back?
What would you see?
What would you feel?
What would you do?

I built a house for all our memories
I fashioned a basket for all my attempted remedies
I tried to sell a few of my emotions
I tried, but I still only think of you
I know that I'm in love with you

A trumpet plays
A sax wails
A guitar inquiries upon the night sky
A thousand things happen when I think of you

Look at these eyes
Look at my lips
Look at our hearts
Look at what you did to me

To hang out again
To admit we miss it
To maybe say sorry
To listen to the rain together
To try and go out in poor weather
To drink another coffee with you
To let loose and share all we knew and know

I felt life for the very first time
It broke me from patterns I was stuck following
Taught me to stop being afraid

Yeah, I get that I could be too much
I let my love be the number one priority
Before careers or hobbies
That's what I did for the girl that helped me feel life for the very first time
I jumped in, all in
I apologize if I was too much over the course of the years
It was something I could have worked on
If only you had told me so
Yeah
Adam Mott Apr 2014
Colours that are breaking out of what I said
Bright and loud, overwhelming my head

How very novel
How very trite

I'm shipped to and fro
Sent like a package to places unheard

I'm the featured set
I'm overworked

Summer and Fall are both new beginings to better endings
Things I have yet to want

Walk away and say;
"Hold on, hold on"
Adam Mott Nov 2015
I speak to many
Prophecies and listicles fill up my search history
I have no idea if my publisher has ever Googled me
But I know the pain within me

I cross too many streets
The lights are green, sometimes red
I disregard and carry on, not caring about the outcome
Into the ground, I ponder my way
But I know that I have unfinished words to say

I don't know the first thing about love
Apparently
Everything about it seems to allude me
Driving far faster than I can possibly see
But I know that I'm open to it hitting me

I couldn't tell you what I'm going to do next
Lie to strangers about my major
Tell myself I don't need these pills prescribed
Ignoring it with suffering for the benefit of my pride
But even with you, was something I tried to hide
Tried to tell you but you thought it was a laugh, a gas, a gag.
I guess it doesn't matter at this point
Adam Mott Apr 2014
Is that is that the old me watching his new heart
Is that the old me crying out in the dark
Is that the old me laughing by the fire
Is that the old me

Took us back,
Where I swore to never be again, till'
Smiling up at me,
You filled my heart

When we were friends
When we were friends
We were friends
We were friends

The old me awoke in the dark
The old me awoke to find
The old me alive and well
The old me full of love in his heart

We were friends
Now we are in love
We were friends to the end
Now I can truly love again

Is that the old love I once had in my head?
Is this what I always searched to find?
Is this why my heart never declined to beat?
Is this the best life possible?

Or is it the gift of humanity?
Thank you, Olivia. Thank you for opening my heart again.
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Gracious patience at my feet
White shadows ride
Gliding downward to meet
Arrows tide

The hardest part
Science of love
Stardust apart
Alliance from above

Snapping free of soul
What I got wrong
Wrapping that love whole
Glut neigh brought song

Bleed your heart over the side
Cede war art nationwide
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Adam Mott Nov 2015
She placed me on the edge of the ocean
A precipice of promise, dark and deep
Waves which could offer much to me
Release, adventure, an epilogue

She could have pushed more gently
Rather, it was a rough suggestion
A gift of will that attempted to blame me
The bird specifically, chirping words hurtfully

A show must go on
However dramatically, the cost of my anatomy
Heart is gone now, sold for parts
Stopped working months ago,
A deficiency with our art

You perform, I create from the heart
We both sing but you had an earlier start
Every love for which I stumble
Eventually lets me fall
Every phone I find
Has a limit to my allowed calls

The grass is green, the sky is grey
At times I wish this was my final day
Not for hate or for pain
But simply to end the questions that plague my brain
Adam Mott Dec 2015
Departures
Fast and slow
From my life
You come and go

Each and all
You and she
Once were here
In love with me

Alone
Upon a dream
A thousand memoirs
Written

A cold night in a long winter
The fire burns, the logs do bleed
With ancient eyes
I still can see
All this time
All this time
Within these dreams of memory
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Once you did try to run my heart aground
Yet, you did not seem to understand how I operate
Since you abide, begun to confound
My heart, a quintet of tidal streams, off hand oscillates
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Adam Mott Dec 2013
Eyes that call to mind vast and beautiful vistas
Warm soaring stretches of natural wonder, quietly leading into the tranquility of home
Bringing temptation to my heart, mingling with the material of my soul
Together, they dance upon your serenity, beautiful and gracious
So reminiscent of perfection, they serve to anoint the life around you with an ethereal quality
With a blink you emanate the sweetest taste in my mouth
Looking back upon you, is unlike looking at anyone else
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Adam Mott Nov 2016
Colour coded wonder drugs
For the replacement
Of Love and it's joyous thugs

Out of the woodwork comes my moral obligations
Black and white
Never more than an understudy
'Watching time go by

I hope you see the end of this song
Gradients so plainly tight
Miscast by mothers
The theory of the other

Watching, time goes by
Drinking and praying
Black and white
Shades and gradients
Of things I tried
Can't ever speak straight
Adam Mott Jul 2015
Figured a head or two
Bought a barrel of laughs and sold a few
Looked to the horizon for a foreign God
When nothing answered back
I found that odd

Went to the market in search of rare breads
When in fact all I found was a hole in my head
How did it get there I wondered
Loud and clear
It took a moments delay to hear what I feared
A shot from a gun
Loud and clear

That foreign God had come
To take all that I held dear
Sleep Deprivation is alive and well in this nation
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Running my right hand down a rain soaked window
The colour of the evening sky is dark and grey
Deep within the leaves of early November stir and rustle
The loving kiss of a March gone past

The children on the street gaze intently as I go by
Cold and quiet, pain in my eyes
The weather has turned cold now
Like most else
The face of this reality
Morality without

Realization that this path leads nowhere fast
The last love
The best I have ever had
Would if I could
Go back

Hand in hand
Like nothing happened
The record plays again
Tags are for you all
Adam Mott Jul 2016
Surmise your gravity with verve and wonderment
Donate love to the basest of desires
Avert the eyes from a silhouette of man
The lifeless frame ringing in your head
Reflecting all of time,
The mechanisms holding back the years
Ducts which no longer produce tears
As all things do, pass
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Adam Mott Dec 2013
If our love was simply meant to win a game,
Why is it that our suffering has been given great longevity?
For, is this not a cruel reality?
Can I not have my remedy?
To make it back to a heart worth loving
-Conscience Falls
Adam Mott Mar 2017
Sifting through strands of broken time
Segregating parts of the human mind
Underwater where the silence is immense
Inside the sun where the heat is intense
All experiences which come and go
Deteriorate to even the flow
Before all we know
Dissolves like snow
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Hard to see through these new eyes
All those similar faces filled with new time
I recognize the sound and smell
But you won't glow like you did while we were in love

And I want to know, I want to say
All those similar warm things
I want to feel the way I did those days
But all those years have been given up

Oh, there I could see
All my time and sense could not be
Oh, there I could see
All my time and sense could not be
Oh, there I could see
All my time and sense could not be

And if I was but a different man, I would know I was right
But my hearts been broken too many times
So I refuse this mind, I refuse a muse
Would logic prevail, I would grow up

I want to walk a trail that was once mine
Until I shared it with you
But now I know that none of that is right
All those years have been given up

Oh, there I could see
All my time and sense could not be
Oh, there I could see
All my time and sense could not be
Oh, there I could see
All my time and sense could not be
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Adam Mott Feb 2016
Colloquial breathing under the waves
Floating down the river
Eyes firmly shut
Mind is full of dreams
Each moment stripping away the decay of this vessel
Marvelling toward times gone by
Further, the river

Twisting and turning
The heart heals
New and resolute
The eyes open
Stark and pulchritudinous
'Ello
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Who will the river babble to
When she has run so far away
Off into the mists emanating from the bridge
Pulsating, a nucleus inside of the cell

For when I came up to meet her
The look in her eyes was pained
The words on her lips were sorry
The beats of this story too familiar to these eyes and ears

Accept the horror and hope for a reprieve
Down some absinth and dream a little dream
Pray time speeds up, that you may mend
Or that a familiar and loving face awaits at the next bend
Rolling with all these blows, who the **** knows
Adam Mott Dec 2013
For auld lang syne and all it's bittersweet melodies
'I returned home
My pond of pure intent soiled with every day spent
Though the feeling of flight was strong,
'where should I hide?
The water?
This was once my home
Now it is but a chain that constrains
Sends legions of pain,
Against this fate I struggled
'Now all fought for is rubble
My heart too tired and hurt to keep
When will my tears cease?
Conscience Falls
It Can't Be For Nothing
Adam Mott Sep 2016
Leftover from the time when
Shards of glass buried within
Amounting to a stretch of time
Where the heart is made to lie thin
A torn visage of regular men

Cool and collected
Shaken and anxious
Both describe a man
Wedge between lives
Broken, again and again

Remedies come and remedies go
Changing hair and clothes
Learning from each meeting
Losing a shard of that fear
Adam Mott Apr 2014
Through the empty streets of my home town
Streetlights and deer surround
All the daylights love grown cold
I run to you

To the same old familiar song
She runs too
Solid shadows following me and you
I too run to you

Like a tale once told
We find a warm place to lay and hold
Whisper the secrets of right now
Forever will run to you
Adam Mott Jan 2016
How do you feel
An eternal question
Liquid and virile
While the waves crash around you internally

Time, forever
How much was the fare?
A price I cannot comprehend
Memories beautiful and places I can no longer see
Remembering the people we used to be

You, a star upon the flu
Looking too much into the past
God, you could never know
How much an emotion lasts
An automatic heart
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Happy little leap,
'great faith
Delicious resolve
Water seeping in,
Should you run, where would you hide?
Against the light will you find trouble?

Can you keep your head above the waves,
'evaluate each breath,
Kiss my cheek, don't bother
Against the light, why, you are but rubble
Your head is sinking deep
The water is claiming you

Oh, my sweet memories
Make your heart double,
the smiles above the deep
while you sink below the waves,
'shallowly
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Adam Mott Mar 2015
I sometimes have wondered
That story, did it carry on?
These dreams of mine
Spectating in on the many lives
Pondering what they feel inside
With all that is above
Shallow Sea

Shallow Sea
Full of dreams,
Their people, the greater periphery
And all that water
Coming down on me

Shallow Sea
Adam Mott Mar 2016
Capsized in a wilted heap
Together in a mug of loss
Drinking away our sorrows
Until I am You and You are Me

Staring at the epilogue, obsessed with what came before
Dreaming of the prologue
Leaving out the rest

Refusing to live today
Trying your very best
Dressing as well as you can afford
Living a life of self-acknowledged boredom

Falling out a porthole backwards
Splashing in the tub
Glancing out from within
Walking around the lake
Staring at a picture, manufactured and fake

What else have we learnt to do
Craft experiences and swim in *****
Yell at the walls as they cave in on you
Walking this thin geographical line
Time questions what exactly it is we'll do
A question muted by inability
Written for 315 final concept
No, not for a lady
Adam Mott Mar 2015
The subtle jazz comes on the withered old jukebox
Allowing for subtle hints regarding content and flow
The lights dimmed down real low
They start to come out onto the stage
Accompanying me, their hate like a plague
Brandishing my hands I commence the play

Up and down, side to side
The Moon glaring in from outside
Cold wisps of wind, whispering to me
Finish them, finish them, end their tyranny
And with sudden bravado I all all to see
The lonely heart inside of me

Moments turn to seconds,
Seconds to millineia
The music comes out melancholy and full of hysteria
Around we go
A carousel of fortuitous hope
Written to let the darkness go

Out they fall
To the ground, ashes and all
Nothing but ashes at all
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Adam Mott Nov 2015
Honesty here, a poem without prose for context
A broken silence regarding misspoken terms delivered
I don't remember asking you to leave me here
I now wander the streets at night, alone
You're over there, sitting in a soft and new leather chair
A little bit closer to finding who we are going to be
And that's how I rationalize all that has been going on without you

I mean, honestly
I have no clue what it is you now do
Are you aware of how you make me feel?
Defying, lying if I did not mention that it hurts to see you
Is it alright that it makes me sick with heartache?
Is it okay to admit that sometimes I wish I was no longer me?

Yes, because I have always been open with you
I'm a little bit closer to finding the real me
A thousand miles have probably gone by
A hundred new faces introduced and internalized
Friends have dragged me to the gym more times than I can count
Since we last spoke
A litre of tears transpired thanks to you

I'm lying if I say I never keep my eyes wide open
Looking for you
If I laid eyes on you, what would I even do?
Would I ask you to come on a walk with me?
Take a chance and ask for a dance?

If I close my eyes I can see it now,
But if I did that and it never came true?
I would lose another piece of me
To you
And that is why I have yet to speak
To you

Now you know,
You get it, I guess
I am not opposed to discussion
I want to know what is going on with you
I just cannot be your friend
That is a role I will never pretend
Adam Mott Apr 2014
If I could sing, I would record a loving howl
A sound that would rise and fall
'Like the tides, it'll know no limit at all
And though it may sound strange,
You'll love it so
Not because I could sing, no
Not at all
Simply because for you I would howl till Fall
Since the day <3
Adam Mott Jun 2016
The Life essentials as told by the dead
Mention Love above all
Alluding to connections missed, mayhaps it all means more to the dead
Love, a rouge virus banging on the walls of your head
Baggage sold to the dumb or poor
A capital offense with or without the bed

Making love but shoulda been a celebrated man
Whispering "I love you"
But shoulda plead the 5th instead

And here we go, once again
Date to date
Hand in hand
Until we leave or end up dead
Singing 'Darrin in a speeding corvette
Dating, married, or dead
Married to the marriage
Essentially, dead
Heard a song and had to sing along.
Adam Mott Apr 2015
Put me in a closet
A tiny room
Toss the keys
Ask if they still love you

Pick a rapid beat
Buy a guitar with restless feat
Allow your toes to fall asleep
Kiss the clouds as you gently weep

Cool and collected you sit by the door
Phone on the carpet
Head on the floor

Nothing on the radio
Bounty on the vanity
Dollars strewn throughout
Wait, what was I even talking about?
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Long gone,
We refuse to make friends
You found a port in a storm
Shallow and meek
If the sun came back you know you would not stew
My Baby, chase relentlessly
My Many Remedies
-Conscience Falls
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Hasn't stopped me yet,
Leaned out the window of her 50s corvette,
See, honey, you thought I was lonely
You failed to see, I found a much better side of me
Now, that is all you will get from me
Ta-ta, baby
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Adam Mott Dec 2015
I would not say a word at all
Letting myself slide
Don't you love that will?
A hidden wall that obscures pain
To wake up with you in my embrace
Just to be

But little pieces fall
Chunks break at the wall
Neglected my call
And pieces fall away
Just as she did on that August day

Oh, adventures we had
These arms around her
Are what I wanted us to feel
But she was so beautiful
Emotionally full
Waking up each day in my heart
Still wonder about second chances

Completion understated
And I am scared to go home
Without her love and dreams
So much for the spotlight
Not shared, but split
For some reason somewhere
Holes in our stratosphere
Yes, this one actually is about you
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Adam Mott Dec 2013
So misguided,
The fear that keeps you awake at night
Maybe lonely, may even find yourself alone
Inside, where you really know
That every breath has been a fight
Because, maybe
Maybe, maybe
You haven't known anything except your own voice
On both sides
Tranquil warm winds blow
Yet, all you feel is cold
Oh, let you go to see the horizon
Baby, Baby, Maybe,
See the light
Hush, sleep soundly this night
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Adam Mott Oct 2015
Couple peaches floating down the river
Fall leaves cool and quiet drift aimlessly
Knowing how hard it can be to see
You don't understand infinity
Such a talent to deploy
A town of snowglobes unemployed

Such things can be tasted before sunset
The moments of crisp light
Something you cannot find on the internet
Adam Mott Aug 2014
Venturing towards the solidifying plains of perspective
Fields and valleys rapidly breaking apart
Rising into the sky with the breeze-
Our voices. Loud and warm
I see the clouds and how beautiful they look with you
To see the world from above to below
As above
So below
To the words that I rip from every street corner
To the music in foreign tongues
I bow my head in respect
Let fly all the different words that won't solve our hearts

That when the sky rises with the breeze, you'll look to me
Wondering where my arms do lie
And for you, the same
I want to always breath with you
In these plains of perspective, I do
For the ever radiant and pulchritudinous Olivia. My partner in crime, laughter, love, and nonsense gibberish garbage jokes only we find funny.
Adam Mott Dec 2015
Upon a new year
Aloft with expectations of a new day
Guitars whispering behind each step
But all is quiet
White noise beneath the bay

Nothing has changed
A new year, a new day
Still with you
A figment shared in our heads

Underneath the sky
The ocean asks me why
I do not know, my arms feel weak
The radio says nothing
Your actions speak

Turned into another mural
Across a stray wall
In a city I've never been to
Another victim
Summer into Fall
All for nothing
Nothing at all
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