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Rose Apr 13
how many youthful nights have i driven away
from a town of late nights searching for hope
driving this highway with orange street lights
and yellow headlights flashing past my eyes
how many lonely drives must i endure
blasting songs too loud to drown out
my thoughts of grief for this life

the city lights glowing over water
under bridges built to connect us
when all i feel is worlds away
from a life of people that move forward
towards white picket fences
and bouncing baby’s

these drives are spent running
wishing to have enough courage
to pack up this hatchback
and watch as everything i know
grows smaller and smaller
in the dead of the night where beauty softens grief
Rose Mar 1
I put too much hope into you
Too much hope into a church, hoping I would learn to fit into it
Too much hope into a town, hoping I would learn to love it
Too much hope into friends that knew not of my soul
Into friends I had hoped would make time for me
Into people I had hoped would accept my beliefs because they accepted me
I put too much hope into a man who stunk of reckless and heartless ambition
Into a man I thought would love me before I loved myself
How wrong and twisted I was
And what a blessing I can see straight again
irony at it's finest
Rose Mar 1
Sunflowers fill the space where grief will not
Lumpy navy seats fill the room as the lights dim
Words are spoken in the fumes of salt and snot
Nothing can fill the murk in our souls as we drift
the saddest of days, you fell 150 feet, and the world is cruel as we all hurt
Rose Mar 1
how i wish i could climb up
away from this madness
and sit in the crook of branches
letting the stress drip from my feet
as we sway
to the sounds of the breeze
Rose Mar 1
Tiny specks of glass lay in the street lights,
as we make our way past the distant sound of laughter,
the scuff of your shoes matches the beat of my chest,
the moon filters through spanish moss to play with your hair
as my fingers itch
Rose Mar 1
We were in search of the sea,
traveling the curves of the highway
on the hunt for a lighthouse in the distance
running from responsibilities like the plague
pretending the summer heat won’t fade
building bonfires as the sunlight
falls behind the waves
and still, we smile
the first ocean i fell in love with
Rose Mar 1
rusted vases light the hallway
as the sun breaks over the trees
pictures float from the cracked walls
tattered floors from the living we’ve done
a house that shows the life we've lived all here together. what a beautiful worn look we've made.
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