fire burning on a cold outing and feeling old all over i might've left the stove on and everything slowly smokes im trying to be low-key but the spotlight from the harbor is blinding my vision the mood is foggy and the feeling has arisen in me to comfort the ground i lie smoldering on cold concrete speckled with assorted footprints from a more interesting other smothering myself from the cold the air feels tight gripping my throat with every breath but death does not scare me it only leaves me wanting more what catastrophe will fondle my thoughts next? toggling the options that lay scattered across cold concrete deciete lies among the cobblestones the absent light of twilight gives this lie a new glimmer conceite sits on my left dappered in a white bandana intrigue is right outside the door and as i lie here i bestow new footprints upon my back ... then i got up... and walked you home my bones lay shivering between muscles that contract whenever your flesh meets mine the time is half past nine and we always see this fellow sitting on your doorstep round this hour swigging his bourbon and making a nest on the floor a nest on the cold concrete i walked you over his tattered mound and up the steps your soles always made this funny sound when you would walk my soul aches to speak but ill do with a minor squeak as i inch thru another day another cold day... now to turn the stove off
Reason for writing:
i was sitting...out by the cobblestones<BR>between the door<BR>and a guy with an ugly white bandana on...<BR>and i was freezing my onions off lol
Birth sign: Pisces
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