I need it
More than I need it to breath
More than I need it to see
It numbs me
To carry the vessel in me
Makes me feel if I wasn’t hoping
For an end that I wouldn’t  have need

I like poking at the scabs you brought to my skin
the pain remind me of then
which bridges to back when.
Wondering if I could ever go back there again.

Today tomorrow later after or maybe in an hour
It will still be here
Waiting with a poster remembering what was left here
A feel so profound addict cannot buy it.
Today marks one year.

8pm sunsets man who could’ve imagine
Seeing us in each other’s arm could be so magic
One ****** and we moving backwards
Lately your texts are getting cold,
Like ice cubes in this summer cooling away
from our fire energy, the when time is emites
Repeated arguments got our feeling so redundant.
Hoping to see better days, hoping we see a better vayca.
Live yours and I’ll live mines, but we pendulums our time will come back at the terminal when I arrive.

It will grow till it is nice a vibrate, how it connects one to each other
Forming a bind strong to defend droplets.
Each quarter you see it to grow till peaks to fall.
Colors to create a new environment
Once it becomes cold, a disappearance is what is told.

If it isn’t my day, then tomorrow will rain
But before today, before my smile came
It’s your ray, beaming through all decay
So before today, in the land of memories is where you came.
Take me by surprise, through the water of my eyes, You lay.
Beam some joy, bring us hope that tomorrow you won’t go away.

Be sure about yourself
In hell it’s all for nothing
Get lost and come back in the morning.

Be sure there’s no ring in the morning
Who can I tell my history
Probably who “I do” in the wedding;
please she my one time wonder
No blinding in my loving.
It’s the real deal, count my loving.

My boundaries are more what my companions’ thinking,
Shes feeling guiltys’ thought process
He said let us cross our eternal boundaries.

All pure thought corrupt
Well ****
Can I get a clean state
from the paper bag test we slip.
Time in coming,
whip still relevant coming soon uh.

The man on the street who sells roses to those who are prone to divorces ,in days so cold, ice is no needed,
leave in summer come back in November
thoughts of suicide
stress to my hunger
crackers in my salsas.
where did all the tortillas chips go

I took in a butterfly
Days after I forgot I had it in a cage
Now I have problems committing to anything

very fragile let me walk my way there
very soft male cover with metal casing all over here
Can’t really uphold my sobriety that well
I’ll come crashing, but rebuild myself the coming year
I would enjoy your company if you can empathize
It would be amazing recreating skits from romantic comedy
Or your favorite film
Take pictures with mine
I like the smile you give, especially when the sunsets
looking amazing staring west
I guess I’m trying to say, I’m sorry I’m not strong to let anyone come to my core just yet.

They said that he move there when they were just sapling.
Very young and conflicting at first,but we didn’t know what was happening.
We watch him build a temple, over the oak sapling.
Time from time we pass by and watch his life grow on.
I got a bit curious, paid him a visit, ask him why he’s here all alone.
He replied, truth in his eye,
I am here because I hurt someone innocent’s heart, then a lady with black and white earrings told me that I will one day pay the price for that,
Till that day I knew if loved again, my mind wouldn’t be able to handle the distress it came.
So I evaded,evade to the land of the green
Where peace is here and love is all around me
I rather die knowing that I was the only one who loves me.

Oof is the sound I make when I look at you
It’s the noise I make when you do something silly
because it makes me laugh, but you wouldn’t know that.
Im in another spectrum as I look at my telescope
a big oof I make how far away it is that you are to make me laugh.
Oof because that’s how I feel about you