A Jar of Salt, A Bottle of Vinegar
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A so called lesson that's never won,
and your breathe from kissing
my chest and shallow breathing,
becomes history to reasoning,
I never would gaslight you,
Not a tool or never a fool,
I'll always know the day,
Keep the past tucked inside
and I'll keep your warmth,
for as long as I need awhile.
I'm the Chaos and you're the Hail,
we both agreed,
on those terms,
simple conditions,
shading here and there,
with the paint-guns,
spraying upon our gates
and her boundaries,
the birds and subtle bees
The roses were already red,
and splashing eyes that bled
and not meant to be wed.
before we even dared to tread
and ate fresh morning bread.
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Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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