Put them around mine.
Full of fake happiness. Tea. Forced poems. & eyeshadow. All as the cars go by. Of the style. And demise. Written weary for the try. Pretty bi. Because of course. Garrett Johnson.
When we lay together
Our fingers touch the sky All my fears melt away My senses are flooded with your Scent, your soft skin again mine Your beautiful blue eyes staring into mine. When we lay together Everything falls away and it's just you and I Our bodies intertwined Entrapped in one another. When we lay together I can almost forget what you've done The heart break you've caused me The utter pain in my heart from you betraying me. When we lay together, your beautiful blue eyes captivate me When we lay together, our fingers touch the sky.
A Bitter Taste is your legacy.
the mark you chose to leave on me; one of wasted time, and wasted space. a mark I can't seem to erase; those words you spoke to me while laying in my company over and over and over again.
blink 3 times if you hear me
i feel like i can’t move
i have no motivation to so i don’t but laying in my bed i also feel so powerful and like i can change the world but i can’t because i’m laying in my bed lost in my own head
Arms spread wide
knees bent in respect of tension attention on your insides spiraling out in spirit hearing your heart beat Feel the hum of life teem within the absence
you make most of your mistakes on white linen, but Im laying on red rose petals.
“stay low, go fast,
**** first, die last, one shot, one ****, no luck, all skill” (Unofficial Navy Seal Slogan) I stand at the graveside watching as each person steps forward to throw dirt on the coffin I study each face closely and marvel at all humanity What is it about funerals that causes all to attend? And yet in a life well spent not a visit, not even a scent I laid down my life, as you see laid it so they could be free It must be a sense of duty now they come to visit me Oh- the hypocrisy of humanity! And now another journey awaits me I soar to meet passing clouds caught in the upstream of wind a final glance, and just by chance I catch your eyes following me ©Vivian Zems