I was hoping this is the end,
I have no wife & family,
And signed my truth decree
but its not enough for them.
Not even with hopes & pleas.
My heart is tightly pressed
I write this raw-fully bare.
Obsessed like a new trend
but not one of holy bless
Red is forever on a dress
And there is the metallic
if you sniff its sweet smell.
Like blood brothers kept
to promises of ocean's depths,
without the cheat of flares
Just another boat wreck.
Smashed with two best friends
scrambled in a special blend
I write thoughtfully hemmed,
And all of this I had dreamt
Sinking my fallen descent.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 7:20 AM UTC
I was hoping this is the end,
I have no wife & family,
And signed my truth decree
but its not enough for them.
Not even with hopes & pleas.
My heart is tightly pressed
I write this raw-fully bare.
Obsessed like a new trend
but not one of holy bless
Red is forever on a dress
And there is the metallic
if you sniff its sweet smell.
Like blood brothers kept
to promises of ocean's depths,
without the cheat of flares
Just another boat wreck.
Smashed with two best friends
scrambled in a special blend
I write thoughtfully hemmed,
And all of this I had dreamt
Sinking my fallen descent.
Copyright. Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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