My face is red like the velvet cake we ate on our first date
My heart is pounding in and out of my chest
Just as the floor was pounding at our first concert
My mind is glitching as though I was back to that night
The night we tripped
The overwhelming sensation of life at my fingertips
Has taken over me
The track marks on his vein didn't change who he was
The velvet stains just like that cake only changed one thing
What changed was our being
Our being together
Our being apart
It all seemed the same
When we're together neither of us are there
When we're apart we're together
At heart
Everyone says distance makes the heart grow fonder
The distance out between us formed a troubling path way to the near future
Where my life is no longer in my hands but more or less at the end
Now my neck is covered in velvet cake
Hand prints of the past
Cover my body as though I can't rid them
As if I took a bath in the problems I cannot face
My very own velvet cake
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
My face is red like the velvet cake we ate on our first date
My heart is pounding in and out of my chest
Just as the floor was pounding at our first concert
My mind is glitching as though I was back to that night
The night we tripped
The overwhelming sensation of life at my fingertips
Has taken over me
The track marks on his vein didn't change who he was
The velvet stains just like that cake only changed one thing
What changed was our being
Our being together
Our being apart
It all seemed the same
When we're together neither of us are there
When we're apart we're together
At heart
Everyone says distance makes the heart grow fonder
The distance out between us formed a troubling path way to the near future
Where my life is no longer in my hands but more or less at the end
Now my neck is covered in velvet cake
Hand prints of the past
Cover my body as though I can't rid them
As if I took a bath in the problems I cannot face
My very own velvet cake
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