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Is there enough life to give in This world? I see it Drowning in the hardships of Picking up pennies to pay for a meal And spending forty- five dollars on two days of making nothing fun. I'm smoking a cigarette that I started earlier, that I thought I was finished with earlier. My father drowns his sorrow in beer and blames his problems on yesterday. My mother sings caskets and has a gift reciept for every time she's ever "loved" me. My life has consisted a lot of scraping by And I'm Down to the last few layers of skin Before the burning concrete creates a river of blood for Moses to walk through Isn't it so simple? What is, hasn't always been. And what was has changed for a reason. The reason I still breath I still laugh I still love I still write, Is because you picked the grapes off the walls , growing around my heart And before they turned to raisins, You poured wine into my bloodstream.. Drunk off of your warm touch and dazzling smile, I swallow the alphabet and hiccup compliments, Keeping My eyes on yours So as to not get lost in the treasure map hidden in your laughter. My stomach flutters. I grab your hand. You squeeze mine tighter My heart flickers. I love you.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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Is there enough life to give in This world? I see it Drowning in the hardships of Picking up pennies to pay for a meal And spending forty- five dollars on two days of making nothing fun. I'm smoking a cigarette that I started earlier, that I thought I was finished with earlier. My father drowns his sorrow in beer and blames his problems on yesterday. My mother sings caskets and has a gift reciept for every time she's ever "loved" me. My life has consisted a lot of scraping by And I'm Down to the last few layers of skin Before the burning concrete creates a river of blood for Moses to walk through Isn't it so simple? What is, hasn't always been. And what was has changed for a reason. The reason I still breath I still laugh I still love I still write, Is because you picked the grapes off the walls , growing around my heart And before they turned to raisins, You poured wine into my bloodstream.. Drunk off of your warm touch and dazzling smile, I swallow the alphabet and hiccup compliments, Keeping My eyes on yours So as to not get lost in the treasure map hidden in your laughter. My stomach flutters. I grab your hand. You squeeze mine tighter My heart flickers. I love you.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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