you are what i long for

and fear the same amount

the hidden unknown

of the outcome causes stuttered mouth

and while i seem so desperate to meet you

every day ill wait

until its not a choice

for you to carry me




away

i fear for you shant understand

exactly what i mean to say

i do not want to die my love



i just want to go away

what holds us together

on the smallest of scales,

will provoke us to think

and lift high the veils

to reach out our arms

for the dawn of our time

and somehow conclude

that we are divine



We should refrain

from existing with pride

and making assumptions

that paint us so bright

for yes, we are here

and while thats miraculous

try to remember


we're all the same accident.

oh a writer and his smoke

shall never part

and not to gloat

but seemingly

the most important things

are burned,

and not preserved.

if my reality is just a program

within another verse

and white-robed lanky scientists

observe my brain submersed

then all will seem to be for naught

and every dream corrupt

but at the very least they'll know

that i would not give up

out of the womb
and into a suit
the cords that connect us
repel us too
the more the reception
the less the connection
the more we discover
the less we recover

let us remain a mystery to eachother

wouldn't that be noble?

that is not what i am

however, i would let you think so

you cannot think a certain way,

unless you know my name at first

and all we seem just fine and fair

until you hear my secrets

--

if i could go reverse in time

i'd let you think i'd change it

but if presented with the chance

i sure we'd meet the same way.

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