Jul 2014
something left to lose?
only the loss of Shannon....
all else has been given to the blues
since the loss of Shannon....
(i could give up this forever festering bruise
left on my heart's soul since losing Shannon)
am i supposed to somehow be able
to claim i'm capable to enable
any ability to continue to carry on
as someone remotely resembling clinton
cuz i can't
broken is actually an entity
which becomes who you be
when forever with her is priceless
but forever without her is eternity
that star we gazed upon
as it shone on our moon,
i thanked its kiss upon our lips
until the land mine of its eclipse
no way to know that nova
of Shannon kissin me into awesome
would one day be the anti-nova
of clinton being the ultimate anti-awesome
how did the fire expire and You moved me from Love to like to kinda like to lose my number you loser ex-lover
there was a flower that had been waiting to blossom for forty-four ******* looooooonnnggg years of barren & burned or ignored & spurned and then it finally showed me all of its beauty, blossomed fuller & fabulouser, then built the bliss unbelievably day after day after day after even every moment and then when i thought we were going to commit to another entire level my rose turned up her nose, my tulip left me looking at her two lips (perfect lips), my finally requited Love looked at my soul, gazed upon my soul, linked US heart to heart, body to body, soul to soul, judged my being, and returned me to un-requited, threw me to the inside of suicide where the wolves are waiting, oh, the wolves are wanting, and i'm not strong enough to survive the destruction of me, and i can't outrun the wolves, and what does it mean when your eyes bleed, and when broken is actual physical is the heart supposed to hurt & pound in pain every morning in mourning for itself and cry to see the butterfly die in an inferno which begins with its wings infected inflicted with a deadly spark which seems to be beauty but is eventual evil and burns it into broken....
universe, please, please, help me, heal me (in Shannon), or just ******* **** me, please....
only the loss of Shannon....
all else has been given to the blues
since the loss of Shannon....
(i could give up this forever festering bruise
left on my heart's soul since losing Shannon)
am i supposed to somehow be able
to claim i'm capable to enable
any ability to continue to carry on
as someone remotely resembling clinton
cuz i can't
broken is actually an entity
which becomes who you be
when forever with her is priceless
but forever without her is eternity
that star we gazed upon
as it shone on our moon,
i thanked its kiss upon our lips
until the land mine of its eclipse
no way to know that nova
of Shannon kissin me into awesome
would one day be the anti-nova
of clinton being the ultimate anti-awesome
how did the fire expire and You moved me from Love to like to kinda like to lose my number you loser ex-lover
there was a flower that had been waiting to blossom for forty-four ******* looooooonnnggg years of barren & burned or ignored & spurned and then it finally showed me all of its beauty, blossomed fuller & fabulouser, then built the bliss unbelievably day after day after day after even every moment and then when i thought we were going to commit to another entire level my rose turned up her nose, my tulip left me looking at her two lips (perfect lips), my finally requited Love looked at my soul, gazed upon my soul, linked US heart to heart, body to body, soul to soul, judged my being, and returned me to un-requited, threw me to the inside of suicide where the wolves are waiting, oh, the wolves are wanting, and i'm not strong enough to survive the destruction of me, and i can't outrun the wolves, and what does it mean when your eyes bleed, and when broken is actual physical is the heart supposed to hurt & pound in pain every morning in mourning for itself and cry to see the butterfly die in an inferno which begins with its wings infected inflicted with a deadly spark which seems to be beauty but is eventual evil and burns it into broken....
universe, please, please, help me, heal me (in Shannon), or just ******* **** me, please....
