such sober feelings, trying to find you,
where reaching to grasp seems eternal. the dysfunction the ladder while each
level is indicative of one’s habits. such backwoods aggression or northern
intelligence while everyone has been classified. the hopes we carry the forest
so lost as we travel deeper sylvan(s). our coppice minds our tears bleeding
such ink into concrete. those hands rich aesthetics those eyes replacing
mischief so thicker with sole healings. if to believe or to hassle where a
person doesn’t trust their emotions. even so chorus-like to love or adore as we
hate the flippant response. it seems clear, when listening, we catch a bit of
discomfort.
I
see diamonds in you such raw survival or so alienated. a difficult habit a
street without an exit or a cu-de-sac with a riddle. blues blazing battles
becoming borderline or barely a feeling into frames. it felt better our dear
comparison so clamped so chaotic. but a child those years so touched by mother
where fragments seem like reality. our indicative wounds, plus, an expert at
those blurs, where time might overlap.
such
wilder skies those portraits those fire clouds. it was decent but unpolished
where life was unfurnished while it was pure infatuation. while drawn to
spirit, to place so much at your door, where we fail each other. such rough
rain our keys unsteady while a man must worry about deterioration. so many
windows as they become mirrors while control slips our palms.
too
low to unfeel or too gone to unfret such skyline decisions. by ages over the decades
so unwrapped or emptying the boxes. to behave as never it was. to impress a
class diamond life. but morning showed regrets. those railways those scenes or
too forgettable to make its transgression. so first-like so secondary or third
in place. our needs much perfection or just to feel camaraderie while rumors or
motives come to haunt our wildness. temper or texture days or determinants
while we might find someone to cherish.
