Mess Of Mansion
Mess of Mansion
I'll live life, and I'll leave it
I'll leave it on the floor
I'll break the door open
and make the rooms flood
I'll live and I'll leave
I'll leave it all alone
like when the day is done,
I'll shake the windowpane
I'll leave it on the road
because in this lifetime,
there is a broken home
to this mess of a mansion,
I wish I'd never come.
-s's.
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sun dust spinning around us
an ache I used to feel, once
just cause it got the best of me don’t mean I’ll keep on thinking it through
Or let myself sit any longer in this abandoned room
-s’s.
lampshade July,
lampshade hangs just to remind
Me of days that passed and died
and not one mention of you
ever did survive,
Tragic end or precious guilt,
Whatever wills.
-s’s.
Freedom to walk around and watch you look
So I take my mind off of something as blue
When the day crept on me weakly
And time was my worst enemy
You’d walk around the world
wherever you were,
unpredictably
-s's.
Warm
We read through the night
And write before the light
But when you catch my eye
I’ll like as much as I like
Dissolve
But I'd want
you to know
I'd happily
dissolve
I don't have
much more to do,
I'll tell you
that, yes,
I'll happily dissolve
-s's.
carry me to the test
you have a dragon fire breath
you, with the light
and it shone through just in time
-s's.
inhale the secret
exhale the feeling
Recalling
something quite euphoric,
and I am living for it
-s’s.
Drink
from the poison bottle
sink
deeper into darkened depth
porcelain faucet
well kept kitchen
soft stench
portrait
baby smile
things don't have to make sense,
these layers of batter and words
bake warmly in my oven-like mind:
the place that nobody else can pry open.
my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts
and desert gold mines
things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,
obsessed with them
I just try to take my mind off of
anything as far as my eyes can see
and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache
-s's.
my songs are going to come true
and one by one, each one of you, too,
Try to relinquish my thoughts, but what would that do?
a songstress with something on her mind,
and nothing to fall on top of behind,
trying to patch things that never were, or never was
doesn't matter if it never takes off
because all of this will always be enough.
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