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Lee Jul 21
Without my sidekick
My partner in crime
the chair without the wheels

Time to nap, I will call
Centipede on the wall
No chicken in our meals

I'll write you a letter
The windowsill, your sweater
10 hours of a gray screen

You lay on my chest
Our music, Say Yes
On Wednesday, our movie routine
written in October of 2022 about my love
Lee Jul 21
please let me walk in front' the mirror
please let me sit on the counter
please let me take my medication
please let me shower
please let me sleep
please let me call
please don't make me keep
scraping myself on the wall

May I be freed of the penultimate
Written on January 13th
Lee Jul 21
Can't go to heaven
One child is cold
Trigonometry
I'm far too old

Lies, Lies
"Listen!" She cries
Don't hang out with Satan

But Satan's a raven
Created by hands. Oh,
My body forever shaken
I captioned this “written during algebra.. got yelled at for not paying attention”
Lee Jul 21
Don't **** the pheasant
As the cruel core can
keeping dinner all to himself

A hunter, a man, a driven idea
Has not eaten what is in the pan
With no material, a harsh life itself

A fib is spoken aloud from his lips
"I would never shoot that bird"
This bird is my friend, a part of me

Yet her wings make a blur to tasty to look at
without him saying the word
"Shoot" he shouts as I die
Somewhat derived from "Pheasant", by Sylvia Plath. Same symbolism's! © Sep '22, Lee
Lee Jul 21
Rules can be a taking of love for one,
Ideas created by he on spread
Few have realized it can be such fun
Different is not a word we should dread
For no love is wrong even two the same
Happiness looking disparate on all
There is but only a true way to aim
One is short as the other is some tall
A time be amused with who has to choose
when stood at the turn of a hot and warm
How it is simply unfair just to lose
And to this scheme we are not to conform
Us being here should have meant to be free
Content on this world, we shouldn't have to plea
~
Lee Of 2022
Written in 22, about being gay and exploring that though it felt shameful
Lee Jul 21
How can I have loans to pay,
when i can't even find a way,
to keep my guts from spilling out?

How can I save each bug,
So many small holes dug,
Where do I get little gravestones?
Struggling with life but I stop to save each bug
Lee Jul 21
I asked if you recalled
the time in the snow
to mega bed you hauled
your bag and your speedo
Got there, you sprawled
said your back had a blow
Said the mushrooms you did
made your self-worth glow

You claim you're too busy though
I know you still care
but something warm fills me whole
not happiness, its unfair
How you once trudged through the snow
just to smell my hair
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