This cohort of red
Is bliss in it’s final hour,
Now Im lying in bed
After crying in the shower.
The cancellation fee
Is free of possession,
But my obsessional spree
Ain’t fond of forgetting.
The twisting vine,
Designed in my mind,
To hold for time,
Keeping me confined
To a bed,
with an empty resting space
Where your head,
used to place
on my chest.
I chose yes,
I suppose
I chose to
Try and grow.
Yes, I chose to live in the blue
That decision diametrically deposed
Although,
I can live how I wanna be,
See what I wanna see,
Finally finish my story.
7d ago
May 29, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
This cohort of red
Is bliss in it’s final hour,
Now Im lying in bed
After crying in the shower.
The cancellation fee
Is free of possession,
But my obsessional spree
Ain’t fond of forgetting.
The twisting vine,
Designed in my mind,
To hold for time,
Keeping me confined
To a bed,
with an empty resting space
Where your head,
used to place
on my chest.
I chose yes,
I suppose
I chose to
Try and grow.
Yes, I chose to live in the blue
That decision diametrically deposed
Although,
I can live how I wanna be,
See what I wanna see,
Finally finish my story.
Merriam-Webster word of the day - cohort
