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Oh I think it was a Tuesday You were sleeping In almost the highest spot in the building Your ghosts never disturbing The seams of your dreams Oh what a day to ignore the mourning I awake since Monday Stitch my jeans for they keep Falling apart by the knees I try to hide the pink and purples Of each thing pretend I don’t need Then out of something I can’t dream I see this red all around me maybe I should gather my things But instead I throw them out on the street I burn in the building Just to slip out of sighting you So I start to Transform in my dorm Catch the flame and let it Cool me Oh how I used to be boiling Steaming I see the leaves and grass Oh I think you would call this crass Now you are just so worried That all this ash might Color your back So you speak your to forest of agrees Until you see the fire of me I so welted so red So sore so losing So much breath I think you cheated But you just took the steps So I let the piece of me be last thing you feel of me I make you choke then you speak About how I Hurt you But somewhere maybe a kitchen maybe the stairs There were pages written by you Pilled up but there’s only one You wrote it mostly for fun See it was so late So late That I would calll it Mourning you were writing By the light of the candle Because electricity is just so boring So at 4:49am on Tuesday Maybe morning You Left the stair Left the light and the pages there Then when to sleep Without a single worry
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Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 3:18 AM UTC
Sorry I don’t rhyme (am i your favorite crime?)
Oh I think it was a Tuesday You were sleeping In almost the highest spot in the building Your ghosts never disturbing The seams of your dreams Oh what a day to ignore the mourning I awake since Monday Stitch my jeans for they keep Falling apart by the knees I try to hide the pink and purples Of each thing pretend I don’t need Then out of something I can’t dream I see this red all around me maybe I should gather my things But instead I throw them out on the street I burn in the building Just to slip out of sighting you So I start to Transform in my dorm Catch the flame and let it Cool me Oh how I used to be boiling Steaming I see the leaves and grass Oh I think you would call this crass Now you are just so worried That all this ash might Color your back So you speak your to forest of agrees Until you see the fire of me I so welted so red So sore so losing So much breath I think you cheated But you just took the steps So I let the piece of me be last thing you feel of me I make you choke then you speak About how I Hurt you But somewhere maybe a kitchen maybe the stairs There were pages written by you Pilled up but there’s only one You wrote it mostly for fun See it was so late So late That I would calll it Mourning you were writing By the light of the candle Because electricity is just so boring So at 4:49am on Tuesday Maybe morning You Left the stair Left the light and the pages there Then when to sleep Without a single worry
#friends#college#forget#teen
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Worthless_soul
F/Seattle
Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 3:18 AM UTC
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