Can you taste the disappointment
When you linger on my lips
Cold scents long languished
Sparking dead neuronic wisps
A frantic reformation
For an addict to the bliss
In the dust realms of a blanket life
Where fiction can exist
I’m the broken bones you found alone
And kissed into a whole
I know
That everybody dreams of the soul they had, the soul they let go
But I’ll find a way, hold high this ache
Breathe life into every mistake
And grow
Into the man you never had, but mourn to this day
I’m grateful
For everything
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Can you taste the disappointment
When you linger on my lips
Cold scents long languished
Sparking dead neuronic wisps
A frantic reformation
For an addict to the bliss
In the dust realms of a blanket life
Where fiction can exist
I’m the broken bones you found alone
And kissed into a whole
I know
That everybody dreams of the soul they had, the soul they let go
But I’ll find a way, hold high this ache
Breathe life into every mistake
And grow
Into the man you never had, but mourn to this day
I’m grateful
For everything
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