My existence is non-existent;
Life, is just a puzzle of reasons,
trying to connect the conclusion
to your own existence.
I should feel eligible, close to
The means of incredible, even if
I can't read all of the signs of being
_illegible; devoured by time, feeling_
so edible.
Their tears are threads tied to a soul,
Like falling rains – all emotion pours,
Highs are weighed down by many lows
And a tongue is as lethal as the gun;
_the gun still lives within these laws_
So permission to shoot a shot; fall in love
but keeping the charm to impress in-laws.
__Extra bullets for bullet holes,__
The heart surely practices having kids
Before having kids; it’s just sad to see, kids
Raising kids – as the family needs don't
really show what, "family," means– just
_another short story of familiar griefs._
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 4:47 AM UTC
My existence is non-existent;
Life, is just a puzzle of reasons,
trying to connect the conclusion
to your own existence.
I should feel eligible, close to
The means of incredible, even if
I can't read all of the signs of being
_illegible; devoured by time, feeling_
so edible.
Their tears are threads tied to a soul,
Like falling rains – all emotion pours,
Highs are weighed down by many lows
And a tongue is as lethal as the gun;
_the gun still lives within these laws_
So permission to shoot a shot; fall in love
but keeping the charm to impress in-laws.
__Extra bullets for bullet holes,__
The heart surely practices having kids
Before having kids; it’s just sad to see, kids
Raising kids – as the family needs don't
really show what, "family," means– just
_another short story of familiar griefs._
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