by Prophecies In Kodak   Apr 12, 2021

peter piper picked
the wrong day
to screw with me
all my bloody knuckles
lips like a braid
destroying peppers and
44 seconds away
from standing in front
of the peculiar moment
where you tell me
something h o n e s t
i know that’s hard
for you

and maybe she sells
sea shells
i just know she buried
my heart
tripping over words
with only a
tired tongue
trying to keep what
i have left
of you

but chuck just keeps
chipping wood
all from the pillars i built
like Samson in
your vision
while i just wanted to be
{safe and strong}
for only you
to use

a twister for
my words
a salt hymn for
my ears
tangible pain in
your presence
so your a b s e n c e
i fear
even more


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by MyHalozChokinMe

    I rarely comment. These days I'm more of a silent lurker but I freaking love this!!!

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