So soon do we go bye
that it’s almost impossible
to recognize the beauty
before it passes.
They told me to stop and smell the roses,
but the roses have been set loose
and their out of the light before I’ve come to a truce
within my own mind,
or when I look up to the sky
to see the sunshine.
If too long gazed
the blaze will make me go blind.
Dressing up to something you want to be
(or something someone else wants you to be).
Before you know it
your something you never thought you’d believe.
A situation you never thought you’d see
like looking up at a smile to be had,
and held,
and kissed.
Next thing you know you’ve already missed,
as they pass by on their public transit.
For all to see.
Walk into the giving machine
with who you don’t agree,
but holds your fortune by the throat.
Digging a personal moat
becoming remote
and not giving back
until you not only ask,
but also make and take.
She’s here not there,
not waiting for me.
I don’t care unless there are three,
or one less - for you - I feel passion without a bless
and to attest I know that I will.
No bitter pills,
no sorry shrills,
and nothing to ****
I’m back in the egg,
I’m in the void,
and I’m ready to be re-undeployed.
Even if I get annoyed
I know I’ll come back
to where I’ll be in the stack
and without a lack.
To all who are near
the joiner is clear
...
A flutter of her eyelashes.
Her flicker has forever lasted.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
So soon do we go bye
that it’s almost impossible
to recognize the beauty
before it passes.
They told me to stop and smell the roses,
but the roses have been set loose
and their out of the light before I’ve come to a truce
within my own mind,
or when I look up to the sky
to see the sunshine.
If too long gazed
the blaze will make me go blind.
Dressing up to something you want to be
(or something someone else wants you to be).
Before you know it
your something you never thought you’d believe.
A situation you never thought you’d see
like looking up at a smile to be had,
and held,
and kissed.
Next thing you know you’ve already missed,
as they pass by on their public transit.
For all to see.
Walk into the giving machine
with who you don’t agree,
but holds your fortune by the throat.
Digging a personal moat
becoming remote
and not giving back
until you not only ask,
but also make and take.
She’s here not there,
not waiting for me.
I don’t care unless there are three,
or one less - for you - I feel passion without a bless
and to attest I know that I will.
No bitter pills,
no sorry shrills,
and nothing to ****
I’m back in the egg,
I’m in the void,
and I’m ready to be re-undeployed.
Even if I get annoyed
I know I’ll come back
to where I’ll be in the stack
and without a lack.
To all who are near
the joiner is clear
...
A flutter of her eyelashes.
Her flicker has forever lasted.
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