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Tupelo Aug 2015
Watched the clock
Prayed seconds would turn to hour glasses
Hoped that this noise would silence
and that the only song in the room
Would be the sound of your lungs
as you kissed the ceiling
Over and over again
Tupelo Jul 2015
If this is the last of my words,
I hope that they remain simple,
Every year was filled with light
Even when the rain began to pour
Tupelo Jul 2015
Don't know how much this hurt
Felt numb to the whole situation
But when you shattered my existence
I found my only solace in bottles
Blow didn't even do The trick
I'm a lot like you in this sense
The only one willing to fight for this
The only one willing to strive for the better
My body is lost somewhere pool side
Yours is 3 stories up with a fistful of paper work
Mine is 6 feet deep with a question on my mind
To stay or to go?
That is all and everything to me
I'm just strong enough to tell you
What the ****
Tupelo Jul 2015
My god she's got angels in her throat
Every word sounds like a melody
She could read me tax reports and
I would mistake them for love songs
How can I compare my notes to yours?
How did you steal the ocean from my gaze
What love is this that has its own orchestra
One that wakes the trees in the morning
And whispers lullabies when I dream
Some more cheese
Tupelo Jul 2015
These kids been out on battlefronts
Holding pistols like prayers
Seeing yearbooks on the news
Mothers folding into themselves,
Masses march streets for solace,
Searching for an end to all of this,
But when firearms fight the fears,
It's hard to dream without one
Tupelo Jul 2015
No condition to speak
Not a single ounce of conscience,
Everything is a whirlwind,
All the colors seemed to fade,
I got three bottles of regret
and a budget for bad habits,
So forgive me now
Because I need help getting home
call uber please
Tupelo Jul 2015
If there was an orchard in my lungs,
You left me with not a single breath of air ,
When you danced into the room,
I wondered from what garden did you bloom,
Something close to eden, holy treasure,
And I want to learn about your dreams,
What are your thoughts on the rain?
Do you love the ocean the same way I do,
What do you think of when you see the moon,
Forgot about december and July's burning sweat,
Didn't even know the sound of your name,
All the music in my arms couldn't do it justice,
But I held my tongue,
Took all the sunlight when you hurried home,
Still think about what could've been
The cheese on this one is too real
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