Storms (Let's Change Ourselves)
it's been a
Cold November
September-December-July-August-May
This year - more than last Or maybe less than last Sometimes it's hard to remember Recall-commemorate-memorialize
We cut our fingers clutching at dreams like fireflies Trying to catch a flicker in the breeze Trying to catch a hope before it pops back into the night, camouflaged inobsolete-insubstantial-translucent-transparent
Why does nobody say what they think When my cosmos crumble in on each Other, devastated- When every thought will never end, When i stare at the black hole in space and Do not feel your gravity anymore i will stop Seeing these trivial Trifling-problematic-lamenting-woeful
People fluttering to the ground Their ashen velvet butterfly wings falling Off their faces like stickers Adhesives-fixantants-sealents-mucilage
i lied to say i'm human once too it's no matter, please, it's no small matter when You're body-broken and the truth feels like it should be A twisted knife, a curse on your tongue, a Stranger in bed, saying baby Honey-Darling-Sweetheart-Lonesome
i just need to be real again.
This year - more than last Or maybe less than last Sometimes it's hard to remember Recall-commemorate-memorialize
We cut our fingers clutching at dreams like fireflies Trying to catch a flicker in the breeze Trying to catch a hope before it pops back into the night, camouflaged inobsolete-insubstantial-translucent-transparent
Why does nobody say what they think When my cosmos crumble in on each Other, devastated- When every thought will never end, When i stare at the black hole in space and Do not feel your gravity anymore i will stop Seeing these trivial Trifling-problematic-lamenting-woeful
People fluttering to the ground Their ashen velvet butterfly wings falling Off their faces like stickers Adhesives-fixantants-sealents-mucilage
i lied to say i'm human once too it's no matter, please, it's no small matter when You're body-broken and the truth feels like it should be A twisted knife, a curse on your tongue, a Stranger in bed, saying baby Honey-Darling-Sweetheart-Lonesome
i just need to be real again.
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