enough treading on eggshells, bleeding
one word leads to another
like musical notes at the opera
i picked up a fight, she picked up a plane ticket
the script puts her somewhere above the skies of Venus
cruising and crashing with her stellar coevals
the goddess in her slumber dreamed of this tale
the grit to see through the days is especially sketchy
everywhere is a buzz about what to put on for the occasion
a smile, silence or some flirting to balance the equation
nineteen lives ago i could have sworn i was with her
twentieth is cursed, i'll wait for twenty three or, er...twenty nine
one of these days i am going to stray out of my shell
she'll read about it somewhere among the stars, between the lines
my lies, they are saved as pdf or 'shut-the-f-up'
hello darkness my old friend, a relapse into despair. that's clichéd, i know
in this house we deal in words and numbers
in this house we feel and flee to stay hydrated
come, come, come, go, go, go, left, left, left
a dash here, a dot there; standby for transmission
she tests the waters with both personae
i text and wait, life will resurface
This is dope .hopefully there would me another episode
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