The spark that lights up
the inner tremblings
of my brainwaves
collapsing pride and guard
happenstance
gentle awakenings.
The future’s uncertain
but are there not any?
of all the people I’ve encountered
You’re the one I want to marry.
Or is it too soon to say
what life has to throw about
I don’t understand
maybe tomorrow’s
reprimand.
Maybe I am just contemplated
Just washed up
and not cemented?
The foundations
are all swept away
by the ideas we’ve created.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
The spark that lights up
the inner tremblings
of my brainwaves
collapsing pride and guard
happenstance
gentle awakenings.
The future’s uncertain
but are there not any?
of all the people I’ve encountered
You’re the one I want to marry.
Or is it too soon to say
what life has to throw about
I don’t understand
maybe tomorrow’s
reprimand.
Maybe I am just contemplated
Just washed up
and not cemented?
The foundations
are all swept away
by the ideas we’ve created.
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