saw this lovely lady, gave it to her 3" wide, 3 separate times, such a dime i had to capture the moment, now it sits on rewind, in my mind, she was an elegant dish, so savory, my mouth still drips, just at the sight of her lips, couldn't hold myself back from sipping on her juices, it was thirst quenching, mind blown on the regular as it sits on rewind, in my mind.
Drowns every day But he hasn’t come back (He always does) Maybe won’t The icy shoreline whispers “And if he doesn’t?”
He will He has too
You don’t want to think about it
It whispers a lot to you In the quiet moments like this Before he comes back Like “What’s the point?” (You say that this is the only way you’ll fix him) “And what about yourself?” (You say that you’re not the one drowning) “You’re choking on paint again” It says And
You are Dripping down your lips, cold like blood isn’t, not the right shade Too chalky Hardening in your lungs, but you missed a spot So you drink another coat down
It stops talking And the boy you love washes up on the shoreline So you wring the blood of his lungs Set a fire in his heart
There’s these nights when I go on a tour back to my past. Taking stroll on all the Shouldn’t have, Could haves. But isn’t that all what makes us more human? Mistakes and regrets? If we no longer had those, we would be too perfect to be called as Humans.