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Oct 2015 · 1.4k
Take Notice
ChaBooya Oct 2015
I need you the most, but pretend you don't realize it. Soaked up to the memory winds that blow its euphoria. I'm nothing but a ghost to the tides that will drown me in the end. Faded into the ether of the night, notice me. Please, Don't leave me second guessing.
Oct 2015 · 620
The Only Sound I Need
ChaBooya Oct 2015
The heart warming melody you produce,
Your my everlasting polyphonic tune,
An endless loop of your love plays,
Heart skips a beat as it overlays.

You are my song I die to hear,
The sound waves I hold onto dear,
I'll press rewind to relive it again,
And forward to skip to the end.

Dust never surrounds your record,
In fact it's the only one heard,
Your greatest hit and my addiction,
Its a beautiful eccentric infliction.

You're the only sound I need,
The reeling tape I take heed,
Bump my night away to grasp my dream,
An endless harmony I'll forever deem.
Oct 2015 · 365
"A Dame Formed Gold"
ChaBooya Oct 2015
I discovered solace in a world,
Hidden behind some lenses that curled,
Fathoms the gap from your universe,
I crash through glass in an ancient hearse,
Inserted to a mind I loved to trust,
All feelings dispersed, broken. Crushed,
Consumed in the deep trench of stars,
Floating aimlessly to a moon of scars,
Your aura grants a sincere blessing,
I'll watch it vanish, abandon, go missing,
A dame combining form with gold,
Striving to achieve a sheet that folds,
An effort to shed your life some light,
It would be the reason I lost insight,
Of the countless meteorites that afloat,
All the wishing and counting will erode,
Goodbye to my clarity, goodbye consolation,
Its broken fragments of the glass eruption.
Oct 2015 · 338
"The Expedition"
ChaBooya Oct 2015
Her hair weaves like cars on the interstate,
Rest assured, I will not hesitate,
Lane to lane, its one woven formula,
A pattern caught by a lovely euphoria,
Skies rested on the Earths shoulders,
My head begs upon its boulders,
Let me rest and count the clouds,
An urgent feel screams aloud,
To keep a foot in the wave of cars,
Or to run from the thought of scars,
Is it all a journey from loved long pasts?
Or an expedition for something that lasts?
My thoughts remain in the deep blue cloth,
Where they are speculated and forever lost.

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