"Try it out." he said
And my stomach
tangled with my brain
hunger
consumed me
but not the other
way around
we had always been
unvarnished
and mostly untouched
but then
I crept into the
basement of my
halfway thoughts
and there I wished
to hear him
one more
time
but I knew
his pale,
blue moon voice
had been lost
and I knew
the past could
only feel good once
and cigarettes couldn't
be smoked twice
I knew better
but still
it came as such a surprise
that each fraudulent feeling
wouldn't seep the same
and even through
your stumbling words
I could tell
that you meant
well
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
"Try it out." he said
And my stomach
tangled with my brain
hunger
consumed me
but not the other
way around
we had always been
unvarnished
and mostly untouched
but then
I crept into the
basement of my
halfway thoughts
and there I wished
to hear him
one more
time
but I knew
his pale,
blue moon voice
had been lost
and I knew
the past could
only feel good once
and cigarettes couldn't
be smoked twice
I knew better
but still
it came as such a surprise
that each fraudulent feeling
wouldn't seep the same
and even through
your stumbling words
I could tell
that you meant
well
not done just wanted to see what everyone thought
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