woke early, too early
and thought of your power
its back, i hope
cool still, but the disconnect
funny, last night
youth, innocence, ignorance
craft beer about
and you
that war i spoke
it was all blood and death
and they smiled
i wanted you to know
today is busy
art has eaten me up
seder last night
and here i am, the catholic
my black soul, drinking
syrup it tastes
and i can't, i'd rather not
i'm lost
the table huge
and they put me at the end
i try to hide
but they see it, that **** light
it's a draw you know
transparent, though i shield it
sunglasses and bare face
and still, it persists
i'm laughing
my bare soul pressed
and these eyes
whose are they?
always tool long
i go, it's frustrating
i know
i'm sorry
****** again, the apologies
you do it, we laugh
yours is different
and my foot that morning
hearing the restraint
your voice, and i hate myself
i see your eyes, turn down
feedback masked as criticism
i'll try, you must too
it's a minefield
i've not the supplies
alone
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
woke early, too early
and thought of your power
its back, i hope
cool still, but the disconnect
funny, last night
youth, innocence, ignorance
craft beer about
and you
that war i spoke
it was all blood and death
and they smiled
i wanted you to know
today is busy
art has eaten me up
seder last night
and here i am, the catholic
my black soul, drinking
syrup it tastes
and i can't, i'd rather not
i'm lost
the table huge
and they put me at the end
i try to hide
but they see it, that **** light
it's a draw you know
transparent, though i shield it
sunglasses and bare face
and still, it persists
i'm laughing
my bare soul pressed
and these eyes
whose are they?
always tool long
i go, it's frustrating
i know
i'm sorry
****** again, the apologies
you do it, we laugh
yours is different
and my foot that morning
hearing the restraint
your voice, and i hate myself
i see your eyes, turn down
feedback masked as criticism
i'll try, you must too
it's a minefield
i've not the supplies
alone
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