

FallingSummer is crushed, I feel the grinding of the fall leavesFalling
Beneath my closed-toe shoes, While walking to school My hands in your pockets And yours ruffled in my hair. The air enclosed In our jackets, While we're tightly secured In our fall filled homes. Animals yearn for food That was there the night before, But the dusk of the morning sun Left their stomachs undone. Kisses in the morning, Leave to hugs in the evening While your holding me tightly From the drips of fall Above us.


My FleshLife wasn't your feast, I was. Don't walk into our imperial gardens If you do If you want your head,it'll be chopped off By other human carcassesMy Flesh
Who share the meat like you.
Love wasn't your feast, I was. Don't step into my buffet of hate If you do If you want me to illuminate you, I'll eat your heart Like you've done to mine.
Let's ride on this internal ferris wheel, We'll swing around your childhood Curve into your insults, And end in the deep path You set alongside yourself.


Iron HeartCry for my blood Like you yearn for my love, As you lick my branded wounds And sing delicate love songs in my closed ears. Taste my lips Like you eat my heart, When the bruises from the iron heals I will await at your doorstep Begging for more. Swallow my soul' Like you do with my body. As you turn me invisible Carry my lungs and follow every breath, Teach love not to make a sound and bury my mind underground. Leave the tips of my fingers So I can feel you again. Leave my tounge, So I can taste your defeat. Bury every breathIron Heart


GrowthLeaves are sprouting, And we can't change that Summer is blossoming into new thrills and you can't protect me any longer.Growth
The sent of someone else's skin Seems so tasteful, and yet Priceless in the world Where our guidance is all we have.
I'm cold, and yearning for a jacket To warm me from the stress That tends to isolate the rest of my body From my mind.
Leaves are sprouting, And we can't change that, I'm growing sparsley, I can't change that.
Let me go, Let me waste myself more, Before your assu
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Im here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
it's nice to hear feedback
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"freedom doesnt have a purpose"
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If I Said Your Smile's All That Mattered Would You Save My Life?
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So make all your fat, fleshy fingers to moving, and pluck all your silly strings.
Bend all your notes for me; soft, silly music is meaningful, magical...
'Twas all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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