i was thinkin last night about writing and how beatutiful it is.
look apon past lyrics or poems or diarys, and watch yourself live.
i record and playback what i wrote,
i enjoy watching myself grow.
pictures on my wall show my rise and fall.
you can explore it all.
vertical vision as i lay down eyes swimmin towards photos
i've lost mental comfort as i wear your old clothes.
see, life is unpredictable and i wonder if its still inside you.
you're still in love and so am i, but we feel no use to try.
so for now, goodbye. ive got too many past intentions that i
never let go astray.
and maybe with sometime away
you'll get your sweaters back.
and it makes me laugh
at gym shorts
your
un-mended pants,
along with notes that spoke
of our plans.
(scat)
unconditional love slowly fell down.
wishin you were here to turn me around.
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