Art

I can make you hurt like I do If I really wanted to Some things aren’t worth Going down with the ship Lost on the seas Drifting for years Seems like everyone’s hurt Already I want to be a pianist and a painter Passing by them on the waves No one wants to climb aboardContinue reading “Art”

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Years and Years

Years and Years Doesn’t feel like years have passed Since I’ve seen you last Yet there you are In between streets Running in the urban dark In between backlight of Dim, orange street lamps Like you’re the dark Pupil of an haggard iris With a backpack Full of [bronze piano wire] Your hair is blondeContinue reading “Years and Years”

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