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Garrett Mar 2019
Often in my daydreams, old friends come to mind
I pray under my breath, that life might treat you kind

I can't, I won't, I don't, write, speak, or call
Whatever that reason may be, my love is with you all

What a pleasure it will be, to see you again one day
And should you ever cross my path, I have a couch where you can stay.
Just some easy practice. I really do think of my friends a lot, and I really hope everyone is doing well.
Garrett Mar 2019
I have a sense of purpose.
I provide for my family.
Lately my time is precious.
My Dog, My Partner, and Me.
Garrett Aug 2016
I­ had a sweet tooth
One too many cavities
Couldn't even taste it
Caught up in the fallacy
Pocket watch rewound
Pressed upon her hip
But with her hand embraced
She already let time slip
Gone are outside illuminations
Save for lonely constellations
Save our souls from machinations
and words for loving incantations
Living inside the shadow of dark
Awakened irritated, muted emotions stark
With serene dreams of waking
To the melody of a meadowlark.
Garrett Jul 2016
Weighty implications.
An untimely end
With sparse mentions.

I am The Great Promiser.
Bound to remembrance
Given brighter new hues
Time ruins their semblance
Like her rainbow bruise.

I am Her Great Mistake.
I am Her Great Mistake.
And now Her First Promise.
And all I'll do is take.
She is my only true conscience.
I'll love her till I break.

I am The Great Promiser.
I'm as good as my word.
And it's sand through your fingers.
Believe everything you've heard.
A little self identifying.
Garrett Jul 2016
I'm a passenger here..
When was it last
Morning dew soaked my shoes
When we'd watch red skies rise
On a rocking ocean float
After nights watching stars
In our time without cars.

Now I'm a passenger here,
So I've long since feared
Something new has a hold of me
What am I supposed to be?
What replaces those nights
Of laying upon lawns
Where the only thing wrong
Was sharing headphones
And she picked a bad song.
Garrett Jun 2016
You won't always feel that way
I hope you don't.
What did I ever do?
Last time we talked
was because I had helped you.
Garrett Mar 2016
I remember when my pillow had a shirt.

Laying in bed every night it was gripped tight
And there were wrinkles not creases
And the silence was so ceaseless
Laying in deadest night made memories my light

The shirt, sized small and plaid.

Now the cold morn feels so warm.
And I know no more old guilt
And it's a lilting life I've built
Distorted social norms
Former perceptions deformed.

**A box in a closet, now folds, unworn.
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