wherever you go, there you are
in a world of silver legacy
where all you feel are
living emotions of memories
you thought were dead;
hands on the dash,
passenger seat,
their eyes are too friendly.
glass ***** that act
like warm pillows, i'm
ready to fall asleep.
no melatonin,
no split palms or slit wrists,
no fever dreams of vision loss
where i'm left a
broken nose bruised beauty.
i'll be a beauty, or something like that,
but i won't be nothing
like i've been recently.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
wherever you go, there you are
in a world of silver legacy
where all you feel are
living emotions of memories
you thought were dead;
hands on the dash,
passenger seat,
their eyes are too friendly.
glass ***** that act
like warm pillows, i'm
ready to fall asleep.
no melatonin,
no split palms or slit wrists,
no fever dreams of vision loss
where i'm left a
broken nose bruised beauty.
i'll be a beauty, or something like that,
but i won't be nothing
like i've been recently.
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