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byron Johnson jr Sep 2019
Each ripple makes the visage fade. The muk that obstructed now whimsically decays. The browns and hues began to drift away. The picture becomes focused and now clarity remains. What I wouldn't give for one more day. To reach down and grab something. To look into my hands and see your affection, yet all I see Is pain. I can't follow you anymore. Now I only feel complete in the rain. Each drop falling down from brown clouds. In sets of twos and heavy with blues. All of your moments are passing away. All of them nome can stay. Just your teachings keep my company. Lessons to make me strong. Leading me to a future that I don't belong. I have to keep holding on, till the very last one is gone. I'll wear them on my heart and keep them strong. Memories and teachings are all I have now. I'll cherish them forever and wake them from the grave.
byron Johnson jr Sep 2019
Lately I haven't been communicating well. I'm stuck in a abyss with no one but me. It seeps down the edge of my field of vision. Engulfing me so the light can't illuminate me. I am left alone with claws and only my skin to rend. Left alone with my fangs and only my flesh to mutilate. Left alone with sharp things and dull connotation. My toxic thought process has flayed away all of the normal. All I see is what must be ripped asunder. All I feel is the joy of another's pain. All I am is what I have hidden. Step inside to see just how bad I can hurt you.
byron Johnson jr Sep 2019
up and downs move the pounds of flesh. Heaving and hoeing to produce tiny whimpers. Cute sounds escape locked lips. A world still covered in darkness. Secrets spill into your ears. Confessions so intimate A disaster draws near. Painted pictures of afflection caused by the game of love and war. Let them slink down your spine and create the chill. Now they're inside creating the thrill. Now I am inside testing the will. I will tell you everything and your moans I will feel.
byron Johnson jr Sep 2019
Tired
of
Everyone
Around
Me
byron Johnson jr Aug 2019
In a pool full of words my fingertips dance with elegance. Stringing together blissful melodies as I paint sentences of succulent decadence. Coated in benevolent embellishments. tactically crafted paragraphs are like scents seen evanescent.
byron Johnson jr Aug 2019
Can I truly be
Can I answer your need
Will you wish on me
byron Johnson jr Aug 2019
forbidden kisses
lustful passions ignite us
can you imagen.
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