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 Jul 2023 Sean Fitzpatrick
jǫrð
The flavor of your home
Baked into it,  I'm
Fortunate enough to taste
The four walls
Fortunate enough to house you
The History: You baked a lasagna, then brought me some,  and played around with me one day. You then became cold again the next, and I wondered what I had done, but this time I was too afraid to say it and so I let you go.
 Jul 2023 Sean Fitzpatrick
jǫrð
I think you want
To be hurt by me
As most often do
The History: Masochists disguised as normal people with personality disorders
 Jul 2023 Sean Fitzpatrick
jǫrð
White orchids bloomed
On the left side of the bed
In the crimson afterglow
I bled
The History: Something wicked this way came.
 Jul 2023 Sean Fitzpatrick
jǫrð
Each tear,
One could,
Freeze them
& study the fractals
Created by these lies
I should have said less
The History: Tears speak when the heart cannot
 Jul 2023 Sean Fitzpatrick
jǫrð
Your cologne
Like a tooth
Penetrates my
Softened skin
The History: Wake up and smell the cologne
 Jul 2023 Sean Fitzpatrick
jǫrð
In sanguine devotion
I give this body
for your
consumption
until my river
runs dry
until my soil
grows barren
until my sky
turns ashen
until my blaze
fades to ember
The History: Praise be
 Jul 2023 Sean Fitzpatrick
jǫrð
Burgundy walls
And bamboo
Light fixtures

A glass table
With two chairs
Just you and I

You brought me
Literature and
Coconut macarons

I'm not
Quite sure what it was
That I brought to you
The History: I wish I had known earlier, what love you bring. I should have tasted it in the pastries. Your love filled that place and I didn't even recognize it. I try so hard to make it up, but I feel I've missed a golden opportunity.
I remember tomorrow

The one we believed in

Now this house is a big lonely shell

For you're nowhere in sight

It's four walls at midnight...

And yesterday's ringing the bell
I've got a line of ex's
Saskatchewan to Texas
And I left a good impression
Every time
Cause when you keep
An open channel
Life ain't too hard
To handle
And you keep
A little loving
On the line
The winds of change are rising
A dream is falling through
The winds of fate are blowing strong
You're wanting someone new

The winds of change are painful truths
I know I've lost my place
Don't have to read your mind to know
It's written on your face

          STILL I KNOW I CAN NEVER CHANGE
          SO I'LL JUST HAVE TO PRAY...
          THE FICKLE WIND WILL RISE AGAIN
          AND BRING YOU BACK SOMEDAY

It's funny how you wanted me
Before I loved you so
Now that I can't hold it back
I feel that cold wind blow

           CHORUS
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