Never Thought We Would Be Here
never thought we would be here
extension has never been a sharktoothed vacuum until now
we wake up aged by the thorns of emotion
the thorns only time we talk is when we are passionated about losing our voices
band-aids on my larynx
ice packs on my temple
nowhere is the new somewhere
my hand on your heart is now acidic to you
i sit on this porch swing now thinking about the point where it all went awry
the center of the pinpoint cannot ever be clearly seen
all we know is that one day we will intentionally attempt to forget
lying to ourselves, we become susceptible to internal thoughts unexpected and unforeseen in the center of our individual plans
then one night it all comes crashing down, and we become insane due to the unmerciful clutches of the many facets of monotony
that dream as an offspring of propaganda becomes the sole thread of which we cling to
we die in each other's arms tonight, and then we simply walk away....never looking back....but yearning for new visual prescriptions....of perfection....
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