Who are we
Who are any of us but obscenities with bouts of clarity that cloud the chaos which i need like oxygen just for a dip but to plunge i desire fire from napalm in a- bombs with mushroom clouds my pride wont function with anything less anyhow im a habitual up is how my name is pronounced not much good at what you want but good at gettin what we geek in the twilight hours for.... but wait there's more any chance you can enjoy romance an hearts dance till we realize it than we take runnin from it spend every hour fightin it but let anotha muthaer in n were fightin we need to let some light in but we dwell in a darkness more than night so maybe we can find each other at peace in the twilight u love of my life apple of daddys eye crusher of anything that feels right ruiner of any moment with all your might id treasure a few moments with you without so much as a peep but wed have to be in water over our heads no longer bubbling a lil to deep but only than can the crushing void begin to seep a leap into the abyss or yet another miss i think
Copyright © Art Miller | Year Posted 2024
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