(no subject)
Could you detatch this flexible misery?
It clearly doesn't suit the color of your eyes.
Oh, I'd love to watch the stars with you,
but we've bred this permanent disdain for eloquency.
Someday, you'll wash up on my vacant beach.
cut yourself....a slice of expectancy.
Maybe it'd do you good to wear your life preserver....
sometimes suicide licks my shores of hope
I wouldn't want the flowers to be over-watered,
as incredible as this sounds- beauty doesn't favor function
So I see no point in your first-grade games,
please use those prescribed pills and drop your dasies, love.
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You've lost the war,
put down your gun.
Wade through these dissonant winds;
I hope you find what you're searching for.
Hopes waver, dreams break.
We've suddenly found nothing but nostalgia.
Look towards the futureless sun,
don't shield your eyes from it's tell-tale apathy.
Fog lowers upon battlefields;
a 19th century romance novel.
I'll be your Juliet,
if you promise not to resent me for this.