DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the sun is beautiful--isn't it?:)
come back no more
retrieve those times free those ends skirting down the space
literal meanings of known
overflow in motions of waves I would never say
then them be tunes symphonious to the ear
splendid in fear of eternal reveal
she in disguise no more
comes to a life
snatched in daze taken by hand
fight or flight said the drag to the glass
hesitancy in the eyes of guilt and rebel Mars
my heart flutters for the leave into the dark
a step between the light and the dark
no seconds no thirds on duty bark
turn the black and show the white hue
for a selfish moment for a stare for a blue
in the tremble memoirs are written upon floors for the remember
yet found in not an adequate resemble
lose me once then carve the doors awake
my feet lie on logs of take and not fakes
make up my soul
make up my mind
its not late for another chance another mistake
she in the adds
she in the lines
she for an escape maybe untouched by those
neither by these
cut my slate bring me to the reals forever sealed
for my eyes surreal
not for once not for dear
the sun brushes feather for the sight to near
an end of oceans to look up mercy on the seas
one jump to **** her gear
--------ravenfeels
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the sun is beautiful--isn't it?:)
come back no more
retrieve those times free those ends skirting down the space
literal meanings of known
overflow in motions of waves I would never say
then them be tunes symphonious to the ear
splendid in fear of eternal reveal
she in disguise no more
comes to a life
snatched in daze taken by hand
fight or flight said the drag to the glass
hesitancy in the eyes of guilt and rebel Mars
my heart flutters for the leave into the dark
a step between the light and the dark
no seconds no thirds on duty bark
turn the black and show the white hue
for a selfish moment for a stare for a blue
in the tremble memoirs are written upon floors for the remember
yet found in not an adequate resemble
lose me once then carve the doors awake
my feet lie on logs of take and not fakes
make up my soul
make up my mind
its not late for another chance another mistake
she in the adds
she in the lines
she for an escape maybe untouched by those
neither by these
cut my slate bring me to the reals forever sealed
for my eyes surreal
not for once not for dear
the sun brushes feather for the sight to near
an end of oceans to look up mercy on the seas
one jump to **** her gear
--------ravenfeels
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