When I was just a boy, one hundred years ago — I knew something had changed, inside my awkwardly long span of days. The girl who used to be next to me, she’s friendly and iredescent as all she should be. My growth who left me to you, a root that grew me too. One hundred miles or so, are enough to leave long ago. I changed a song to remember by, and yet I sat back and cried — that the words I couldn’t express, made me such a total mess. Say less than words to mean, the dishes are not yet clean. I’ll work up to the bone, and sing you another song. The words from this time around, are ones that are difficult to sound — a life to live in life, a Love to live in Love. A purpose that catches me on, a world with just a son. A son that reaches out in the distance, he can’t go right through a fence. no offence, he left the house that day — and wondered who there was to play. That girl who’s next to me, smiled innocently long in the breeze. The poetry I have made, the wrong that I have saved — a work of art divine, it all ends up littered and fined. I managed to clock out sooner, so I managed to walk out faster. I managed to celebrate that month right before me, as I kissed the rocks goodbye one last time. I’m in my head, yet homework is due. I still haven’t read the work due thirty past two. Defended the research, made our revisions — checked back my phone just to get a message. I work my life away, I took on people today — I faced humiliation, I learned to humble my gut. The girl who’s next to me, she doesn’t know the words I have to say. I work from night till day. School at the brink of dawn, I wish I were lonely for fun — then maybe someone would arrive, and laugh at myself screaming, “how did this man even survive.” I changed the mind that I knew, I’m not the smartest in the room anymore. I gave up long ago, and wrote it in roe. A gushing mind empties my soul. This girl who’s next to me, some meathead behind me might check her out — I look at him and punch right in his mouth. But that will never happen, I can’t make it come true. I can’t protect you — if I weren’t protecting who I knew. The words I used to say, some friendly and mindful and quite awfully corny. But all I have to say, I’d go down on my knee for you. The girl who’s next to me, I’d propose if given the chance — I’d say those words and hear those words around me as I check my watch till it passes through. I wouldn’t suffice, I wouldn’t even make the chance. If given to be in a room of people — I’ll be waiting for you to find me. The girl who’s next to me, I found out she works out of town. An island that stretches afar, a language I think too hard.
The melody and tragedy comes
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I chased around the grass, the blades were as sharp as paper. As cuts begin to mesh between my skin and bones become too rotten to hold. I couldn’t hold a second, I couldn’t hold my life. I couldn’t hold meaningless art right before me as I checked the list that goes on. In my head, in my mind, call me tonight, 9–5? A deal? probably would be the best one I’d take. I won’t fall asleep, I won’t let myself weep. I grow old and old and now I have to wear 1 size up in clothes. Then the younger and younger I become, until the soil becomes my soul. The girl who’s next to me, her scent gave of Lillies and the darkness. When midnight arrived, the dim light became your lantern and I learned the queen of the night. A flower unlike any other, a Lily that I will call for. a Beloved I will propose to, a life I can’t call myself to leave from. If the girl who was next to me is seeing this, then you are in a different place. The farthest place in a place familiar to home, from the Lily whose flowers never wilted to a man who gardened without end.
