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Harry Gione May 2018
Somewhere a tap drips
and my pillow is wet
drenched, i lay in this body of water
sinking deeper into my sheets
my head is an anchor settling on the ocean floor
**** on a memory that floats on the ocean surface
getting sun burnt and faded
drifting further and further away from my unmovable ship
forgetting me in between the coral heaps  
the lonely soul that couldn't stay afloat
after her captain jumped ship to sail another boat
Harry Gione May 2018
What should I say
when you say nothing
and give me no content on which to build my argument?
I guess I'll just breath in your nothingness
I guess I'll just chew up the silence
I guess I'll just stand here looking at you
Swallowing deep
Barely blinking
Loving every word that you say...
Harry Gione May 2018
I put my heart on a piece of paper
and threw it into the ocean
hoping that it would lead it further that my body could
but waves and currents spat it back at me
and told me to put it back in my chest
with the damp piece of paper
dripping in my hands
I asked the ocean how it could be so cruel
the waves retreated and left carved in sand
that hearts were not meant to be led by a guide
but rather they should carry our frail and lifeless bodies
to more destinations than any ocean could
Harry Gione May 2018
What are you doing... asks a concerned on looker

Why are you fighting away the leaves that willingly fly your way?
Why are you kicking away the paths that bite at your heels?
Why are you scratching out the eyes of the one who sees through your thick skin?
Why are you waking yourself up when your dreams make your mind seem like more than just a
whirlwind of thoughts?

I'm protecting my heart...I answered, I'm protecting my heart
Harry Gione May 2018
I shut off my PC to enjoy a pause
And take a sweet sip of reality
And then I realised that my robot parts were defective
Well, uhm, I guess
When you look at the greater speck of things
That nobody's perfect
So I carry around a load of metal in my chest
No one ever died of being the odd one out
Well, uhm, I guess I could get a rust inferction and die of lock jaw
But we're all going to die someday
And the cause is never as important as the event
I'm just a half person while the rest of you are walking around with all the right ****
So what?
I'll just carry on walking around with all this kinetic energy
Looking for a decent outlet for all my love

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