i can't write the songs in my mind.
i mean, the concepts are rushing.
beauty. i breathe through the hole it left in me.
oh, my. but to put it to song. to lyric.
i falter. i can't say it. i can't speak it. the honesty.
i want to write something. amazing.
tazlena and i talked friday.
she spent the night, and talked
me to sleep. as always.
thats what i want to write about.
that. there. something. that means everything.
a mild conversation while diamond shards
sweep over and under us. slicing the air
as shimmering seconds.
i want this to stick in my skin.
lodged. scabbed.
to catch my veins and grow old with me.
grow cold with me.
grow small and dull.
beating with hope.
pulsing with discourse.
fading with grace.
a welcomed wound.
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