A Rhyme Isn'T a Reason To Hate the Way I Write These Demons
A rhyme isn't a reason to hate the way I write these demons
if only I could see a light for seasons changing
a reminder leaves are changing
or a night to rearrange things
but inside I see the rain
from behind the windows painting
facing the fact that failure is an option
nonsense takes me away from amazing
great, thinking the same thing
relating in this maze
sea of disgracing my own taste for poetry
knowing these phases where I make it so seen
note it isn't noticing but only we can fake it
always false thinkin' about the wrong weekend
for all seekin' for tall beacons
to watch over the water to feel like you ended up higher
than the walls you build
when all you do is kill the weaker thoughts distilled
up on this hill, upon this trail
a long tunnel hidden along with it for songs written
to follow with it's hollow finish
wallow in this sorrow vision
while you listen to all the vivid
that's constant kickin'
it's a strong wish wishin'
on a star lit, glistened
on the heart with kisses
missin' all it's pistons
stickin' paws with mittens
belonging in a box with a lot of knocks and pinches
hard rocks and stitches
formed off all of these talks and whispers
in the misery river, we float right on with it
some quickly and some with me
one simply won with me,
caused history because I'm with me
Copyright © Tyler Gillespie | Year Posted 2015
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