I created you into a paradigm,
something you never were
or were ever meant to be.
wishing on each cardinal that crosses
A fever dream of a summer
plays tug of war with ones hopes
in an uncomfortable motion.
but I am reminded
I have the skin of a dreamer,
hollow bones to carry me along this
current
pull up the tainted plants
eat them for breakfast.
whispering into a sin so vague
there is no forgiveness
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 7:14 PM UTC
I created you into a paradigm,
something you never were
or were ever meant to be.
wishing on each cardinal that crosses
A fever dream of a summer
plays tug of war with ones hopes
in an uncomfortable motion.
but I am reminded
I have the skin of a dreamer,
hollow bones to carry me along this
current
pull up the tainted plants
eat them for breakfast.
whispering into a sin so vague
there is no forgiveness
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