trudging slowly over wet sand
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
this is the coastal town
that they forgot to close down
armageddon - come armageddon
come, armageddon,com
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last night i took a bath. i set a glass of wine on my stomach and watched the red roll as i breathed in. i went under and let it washed over me. i held my eyes shut to the red.
lately, i have been waking up to an old man's voice.
"there is no green here."
there is no breathing, just wind. no glimmering light, shot in the dark acrossed a midnight sky to save my life.
i dream of burning the city with fiery wings but that damned ocean catches it all in blue. extinguished and extinct.
after the smoldering of a fire, the charred black brings the new birth of green. but there is no green here.
i burn and i burn and all i leave behind is cold black hearts, tongues, and tombs of things always left unsaid. a wild brush fire has nothing left after it rains.
it's raining now.
i'm holding this feather, my last breath is burning between calloused palms. praying for a drop.
there is no way to reason through heartbreak.
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
this is the coastal town
that they forgot to close down
armageddon - come armageddon
come, armageddon,com
______________________________________________
last night i took a bath. i set a glass of wine on my stomach and watched the red roll as i breathed in. i went under and let it washed over me. i held my eyes shut to the red.
lately, i have been waking up to an old man's voice.
"there is no green here."
there is no breathing, just wind. no glimmering light, shot in the dark acrossed a midnight sky to save my life.
i dream of burning the city with fiery wings but that damned ocean catches it all in blue. extinguished and extinct.
after the smoldering of a fire, the charred black brings the new birth of green. but there is no green here.
i burn and i burn and all i leave behind is cold black hearts, tongues, and tombs of things always left unsaid. a wild brush fire has nothing left after it rains.
it's raining now.
i'm holding this feather, my last breath is burning between calloused palms. praying for a drop.
there is no way to reason through heartbreak.
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I really really really hope not, because I'd miss you. lots.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx me
and no matter what you do, it's been trampled. But under proper care, it will grow back. Just keep treating it well and don't look at your watch too often and all will be better before you know it.
"Time wounds all heels."
-Marx Brothers