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I dont believe much in structure anymore, nor do i care about going over anything i write to check for misspellings or proper punctuation.
Fuck it, no one reads this shit.. its for me.
The sky was made for that day,
the morbid tones of gray
gave it the english love story type of feelings
But it was so bright out,
as if the sun lurked behind the cascading gray
as to taunt him
lead him to believe that maybe it will get better in the coming days.
her eyes light up like sunrises on a lake from property in Colorado
where her feet were kept warm by a chocolate Labrador and her shoulders shrugged off lame skin so she could breath in the fire that burned its way across the blue water as the sun stopped at noon.
His drive went on for hours,
he always recalled a similar quote from a move,
but there was no time to dwell on passion anymore.
He buried his heart in Colorado.
he rest his head in new york now, where the buzz of neon and the rush of night life leave a bitter taste in his poetry. "The blinds dont drown out these grays much darlin" that stupid cunt bought white.. " i need black! black! black!" cant you see the grays and lights dont make me feel alive.. its the dark that brings me passion, its the lust for more, the need for passion. He runs his lips on razor blades to get a rush, then sips on whisky to calm the waking pain that he still feels day to day.
she brings the chair to a halt as she abandons the light, holds the door open to let the pup come in. She looks back as the moon dances on waters waves and the current pulls at her heart strings.
she saw her heart in the moon light,
he gave his hear to the moon light.
Fuck it, no one reads this shit.. its for me.
The sky was made for that day,
the morbid tones of gray
gave it the english love story type of feelings
But it was so bright out,
as if the sun lurked behind the cascading gray
as to taunt him
lead him to believe that maybe it will get better in the coming days.
her eyes light up like sunrises on a lake from property in Colorado
where her feet were kept warm by a chocolate Labrador and her shoulders shrugged off lame skin so she could breath in the fire that burned its way across the blue water as the sun stopped at noon.
His drive went on for hours,
he always recalled a similar quote from a move,
but there was no time to dwell on passion anymore.
He buried his heart in Colorado.
he rest his head in new york now, where the buzz of neon and the rush of night life leave a bitter taste in his poetry. "The blinds dont drown out these grays much darlin" that stupid cunt bought white.. " i need black! black! black!" cant you see the grays and lights dont make me feel alive.. its the dark that brings me passion, its the lust for more, the need for passion. He runs his lips on razor blades to get a rush, then sips on whisky to calm the waking pain that he still feels day to day.
she brings the chair to a halt as she abandons the light, holds the door open to let the pup come in. She looks back as the moon dances on waters waves and the current pulls at her heart strings.
she saw her heart in the moon light,
he gave his hear to the moon light.