New poem for an old love
If I try to take a break
my break would last a year.
When i look at the growth rings on my desk
and count them like the years till my death.
I know were always alone but with you i can pretend
like time can never catch me.
I have written these words for others before you
but as the years pass they become more selfish.
What is the beauty in knowing what you want?
Only torture awaits when you peel life back like a scab.
A plan of perfect execution, one corner at a time
slowly, blood erupting.
When we should have just let it heal.
my break would last a year.
When i look at the growth rings on my desk
and count them like the years till my death.
I know were always alone but with you i can pretend
like time can never catch me.
I have written these words for others before you
but as the years pass they become more selfish.
What is the beauty in knowing what you want?
Only torture awaits when you peel life back like a scab.
A plan of perfect execution, one corner at a time
slowly, blood erupting.
When we should have just let it heal.