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Mar 2012
she takes her sun and she goes
woah
this was for you and not for me
from the beginning for eternity
i never amounted to anything
she takes her sun and she burns slow
but not to me
now what were we but heaven sent
hell bent on getting it
polished, restored back
to congruency -
repetitive distant make believe

electricity
lights her face
at an alarming rate
the thoughts of you swarm my memory

i shut the door and here i am
on my own in this room again
this light makes me look so *****
you know this time it didn't feel that good
a rocket took off and crash landed
no it never reached the top
wasn't good enough
couldn't fill the cup
like the elevator operator got beat up
and when we hit the bottom,
he drowned in his own blood

i missed the spot so
when i was woven into polyester couch cushions at the end,
and you didn't give a ****,
well i couldn't blame you after all it was my fault
you're in bed, you're sick as ****
i'm trying but still
"there's nothing you can do
this is it"



now for whatever reason
i've been starving all my demons
till the changing seasons
cease
and there are no more lesions
on my heart of recent treason
oh i love the feeling of completion
but there is a girl
a little ways down the avenue
solid and tortured looking
like a statue

in a red hat
with a red nose
and a red back
she counts her bills - ego altruistic
for the fear
if you read this you would say
"talk about free-verse"
and i would
then you'd say
"it's only good if you're reading it to me"
so i would.
Rose
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Rose
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