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IM BAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKK!
tis true..but as for my poetry..that however..isn't back..
IE: "Monday Special"
we dined in silence in the comfort of glowing candlesticks
this dinner used to taste so much better than it does right now
its lost its touch like you have lost whatever sense of yourself you once had
clinking utensils against the glasses and the stench of cheap plastic flowers fill the room
please, while we exchange small paragraphs and disguised glances over dinner plates, do me just one favor
it won't be much longer before these summer days turn to carelessness and autumn brings new life to the humid nights
and while we retrieve hollow words between sips of cheap wine
remember me when I've up and left
and love me like you did the first time our eyes had ever met
remember me for how i smiled and not shed tears
and for how our embrace set us spinning as if each passing human was just a lingering smoke cloud from the sky of our fireworks
this dance is dizzying and this taste of romance is losing all its appeal
I wonder, will you still be dancing as the door shuts behind me?
you're stuck in your own ballet of memories
so dance on
-shoots self for even writing such shit-
just kiddin didnt really shoot myself..
but it was terrible..
i appoligize to all who read it
>.
tis true..but as for my poetry..that however..isn't back..
IE: "Monday Special"
we dined in silence in the comfort of glowing candlesticks
this dinner used to taste so much better than it does right now
its lost its touch like you have lost whatever sense of yourself you once had
clinking utensils against the glasses and the stench of cheap plastic flowers fill the room
please, while we exchange small paragraphs and disguised glances over dinner plates, do me just one favor
it won't be much longer before these summer days turn to carelessness and autumn brings new life to the humid nights
and while we retrieve hollow words between sips of cheap wine
remember me when I've up and left
and love me like you did the first time our eyes had ever met
remember me for how i smiled and not shed tears
and for how our embrace set us spinning as if each passing human was just a lingering smoke cloud from the sky of our fireworks
this dance is dizzying and this taste of romance is losing all its appeal
I wonder, will you still be dancing as the door shuts behind me?
you're stuck in your own ballet of memories
so dance on
-shoots self for even writing such shit-
just kiddin didnt really shoot myself..
but it was terrible..
i appoligize to all who read it
>.