crawling into my hands
your body slips through them like
hourglass sand
and the wind can throw it in my face
cause this shirt is wrinkled but I have only faith
to keep this brick wall soft yet overbearing
pacing back and forth
there's no need for that constant swearing
your boiling my blood creating a shift
altering my mood when you are here to sooth
I am only containing to not contaminate
positive synergy thats moving energy
legs of length and a heart of gold
not that wise but then again,
I'm not that old
time will tell for me and I can see the sun now
time to open my eyes and get dressed
pour a bowl of cereal and make up for lost time.
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