The poetry of thoughts shines despite the deceit That lies beyond the kingdom of the forgotten For it is otherwise shackled by the extraneous resolve To bind it to mortal forms with the cross of the sheet
And the hammer of the pen.
From this mere p*rversion one can't help but marvel At the speed upon which we surrender to defeat And stand ready to relinquish newfound heavens For the sloppy aesthetics of poetry and prose
And the fate it can't but meet.
For we walk alone on the quicksand of time And it swallows us whole before we dare speak So breathe the fresh air before it goes stale And let every moment be a chance to exist
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I will spend as much time necessary Whole life if that is how long it takes Missing out on things while you miss me You are worth longing Persistence Heartaches
My formless fear grows in size each day It lives inside Keeping cursed Moment is coming for you to be taken away If it was me I have faith you'd stay through the worst
Imagine not having you by my side missing 50 summers 200 coffee dates 500 movie marathons 1000 sleepless nights and 2000000 I love you's
All of this can be rounded up but it'll never sum up the misery I have to endure that constantly aches every moment as the clocks ticks further to my last minute, getting to spend an eternity without you and will forever be dreaming of a lifetime that it didn't end.
We understood each other better... When you're just a ‘White Light’ and I was a mere ‘Glass (Slab).’ But the moment you found that ‘Prism,’ you dispersed and showed 7 colors... That left me confused, to figure out, which one's true..!
