Mar 2020
Each moment goes past in a series of memories unfolded not without but within me. You see
A container for the memories of what we could be. When I would have told you that this burn is an evergreen would you run or flee... To me.
The burn oh evergreen. Bursting
Inferno will you, will this roast me?
If it does would I want it to be?
A line of words brittle and broken as bones... alone. Isolated. An island of paragraphs yet to be written. I’m bitten.
And yet unsure of my status, am I lost or am I found? Am I floating through the air or pounded into the ground?
If I burn then I run the risk of having to be there endlessly. You see. I would never leave you in my independency but your parents ask me potentially to leave you be.
Then again as Tyler said those T’s uncrossed and I’s undotted could leave us in a heap 10 feet from where we departed unable to justify the cost of the fight you’re right I might.
But no. If I am cast into the pit of fire and flames and maimed I could never return. Unburn relieve myself from this pain and gain or lose and loosen the noose surrounding me. Slowly emptying the space between me and me. Or more accurately the space between me and you. Eventually this could be the death of me or who I was meant to be.
In bed with a liar that I could never trust. I never want this ****** upon me because each moment, each life, each crying embrace. Laced in a web of your encased place I would never know if it was really beau and boe or just another fancy way of saying I need help and you’re the only way I can be who I’m meant to be.
A container for the memories of what we could be. When I would have told you that this burn is an evergreen would you run or flee... To me.
The burn oh evergreen. Bursting
Inferno will you, will this roast me?
If it does would I want it to be?
A line of words brittle and broken as bones... alone. Isolated. An island of paragraphs yet to be written. I’m bitten.
And yet unsure of my status, am I lost or am I found? Am I floating through the air or pounded into the ground?
If I burn then I run the risk of having to be there endlessly. You see. I would never leave you in my independency but your parents ask me potentially to leave you be.
Then again as Tyler said those T’s uncrossed and I’s undotted could leave us in a heap 10 feet from where we departed unable to justify the cost of the fight you’re right I might.
But no. If I am cast into the pit of fire and flames and maimed I could never return. Unburn relieve myself from this pain and gain or lose and loosen the noose surrounding me. Slowly emptying the space between me and me. Or more accurately the space between me and you. Eventually this could be the death of me or who I was meant to be.
In bed with a liar that I could never trust. I never want this ****** upon me because each moment, each life, each crying embrace. Laced in a web of your encased place I would never know if it was really beau and boe or just another fancy way of saying I need help and you’re the only way I can be who I’m meant to be.
