i'm here way too early but i sit here comfortably waiting for a full sunrise to surface i'm not here on purpose i guess a case of lost nerve got the best of me again i'm seeing things in different shades like those gold leaves who seem to evade the sun on this not so happy hour type scene last call for nightime stars the bars are closed and so are the roads i traveled through that got me right back where i started i darted towards the closest closet that made me feel like home roaming these forever changing scenes seems like old hat to me since stability has never hit homebase i save a space in my head for the thought of what she said a place to rest my heavy head full of thoughts about nothing huffing and puffing about the one who got away you know that day on the pier the fear of drowning in my space gave my face a new shade of disappointment sharp turns and rugburns got me this far the tar that decorates my worn sole could've told stories my mouth was too dry to say my days are filled with disarray and mental foreplay and i replay those moronic scenes to ease your amusing display of affection for my charming imperfection the alarming reinvention of a person who once had no direction and no intention of being on the wrong side of the tracks but infact knew where she was going but had no place to go no time for the fashion show for your minds to blow cant be late for the shop-n-go of original thinking left to sit on shelves why think themselves when the blockade of cliche's clear the way for redundancy like all those hellos and i love yous that sounded good at the time when you couldn't find the time to keep me in mind when even i appreciate the loud mimmetry your love wields like a sword in the dark only a spark ignited the flame but the blame falls upon you who so casually put the fire out
Reason for writing:
um just started sitting outside my school earlier than i should have and then morphed
into a much larger idea...and so on the monster grew lol
Birth sign: Pisces
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