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I've got sunshine
In a bag
And starlight under my finger-nails.
Crunching limbs in after-taste
Bitter juice sinking into your tongue
And indolence outlining your lips.
Remember me; when I am young yet grey
When times seem set to wink at your control
I'll laugh at your composure, my darling.
We breathe out pearls and
Comfort doesn't exist outside your arms
For me, at least, but I won't share.
Coughing out your last.
Kisses imprinted on your aching joints.
Because I'm bad for you.
In a bag
And starlight under my finger-nails.
Crunching limbs in after-taste
Bitter juice sinking into your tongue
And indolence outlining your lips.
Remember me; when I am young yet grey
When times seem set to wink at your control
I'll laugh at your composure, my darling.
We breathe out pearls and
Comfort doesn't exist outside your arms
For me, at least, but I won't share.
Coughing out your last.
Kisses imprinted on your aching joints.
Because I'm bad for you.
Literature
bruised
when you spill me
over canvases, i am
whitewashed and
crying like a child
for these walls are
not built for broken
blood vessels, only
milk and cream,
tea and sugar and it
all spills like a flood
creating faucets
in tiny corners
and these limbs
are not meant for
painting, they say
dripping crimson
Literature
Harvest Moon
You remind me of the harvest moon
tugging the shore from beneath my feet, of
rowing out to sea in winter with empty nets
till spring, of catching every breath
in crystals on the same forgotten docks,
Where gravity knots my tendons into rope,
my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes
into searchlights scanning the horizon
for the first ship that leads to you.
Literature
Fade Away
Thinking of you
While looking at this mess I'm in
Shines the light
on all the dreams that might have been.
Crying about the tears I've cried
Thinking of this part inside
That died for you,
and all the words left unsaid.
You never let me speak,
I died for you,
and all the love I spent
should have let you know
that I've never went
to a worse place than when you left.
But it's all okay.
It's all okay.
I've cleaned up all this mess you've made.
Shattered glass
and a broken heart
Goes well with this world
you left taken apart.
Crying about the tears I've cried,
you make me wonder when love subsides
and breaks away to nothi
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I've got sunshine
In a bag
~ is taken from [link] by Gorillaz. So is the title. This poem is old.
The second lover died. Whether from corruption, or disease, I don't know. Blame was passed along.
The drought is ongoing.
In a bag
~ is taken from [link] by Gorillaz. So is the title. This poem is old.
The second lover died. Whether from corruption, or disease, I don't know. Blame was passed along.
The drought is ongoing.
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amazing.