lonely
lips
my hips
make lies out of sighs, i try
it works
a curse, of sorts
the more i listen
the less
i kiss
and the farther away closer seems to come
run? what from?
my solace is a mystery
misery
bred by opinion
and shallow distinction
i'm all over the page
with intense revisions
and decisions
left unmade
a bed to lay in?
make mountains out of misfits
and molehills out of mayhem
'i'll stay, then'..
i'll make it,
no waiting
i crossed you out,
debating
but i let you.. now
cause it's all
that's allowed
the heart's murmur lingers too loud
clarity is the fool's objective
that the moment will gladly provide
i'd rather see it from your side
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