to exist - to not - I know not of your nevermore poetic-eyesore,
(Do we always give in-or-give-up?)
I won’t be coming home this dark December,
but,
during the daylight I will keep your memory warm forevermore.
I hate the city we were raised in
I only can accept bleak new daring beginnings
I am not the soldier you think I am
So once again I shall pick up this digital pen
Back and forth just like,
a broken pendulum.
tick-tock tick-tock
blank screen as I type,
Looking for the right,
Rhyme to reuse again.
space and time is the only thing to come between just us …
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
to exist - to not - I know not of your nevermore poetic-eyesore,
(Do we always give in-or-give-up?)
I won’t be coming home this dark December,
but,
during the daylight I will keep your memory warm forevermore.
I hate the city we were raised in
I only can accept bleak new daring beginnings
I am not the soldier you think I am
So once again I shall pick up this digital pen
Back and forth just like,
a broken pendulum.
tick-tock tick-tock
blank screen as I type,
Looking for the right,
Rhyme to reuse again.
space and time is the only thing to come between just us …
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