The world moves on, It's my loss, I request a pause, Like ground, in fall. Progress from nausea, From inner thoughts, From discourse, to talk, Spring, then it's gone.
Fall to arms, and linens. Collect your thoughts, Upon a sheet, then What is this? Father, to college, Send my regards. But, It's not that simple anymore, Like where I belong.
Midwestern movie, Bold, courageous, Like, as in. Music across, User, Junkie, down. Beneath the surface, You're a horrible person, Bundle of sticks: noun. Fame: Virgin birth, Said to passing uterus, Until soul passes firmament. It's like god's use of clown, Funny, but how?
Lamps of gloom, shine down, Plants grow inside like flowers, Like romance grew, Then wore me out. Thank you, right now, Then forever, into the past. You, showed me who I am, Never talked to me again. Not that it mattered, Enough was said. Under tortured eyes, I stand forgiven. White crown, great river, In the end, wiped out, So it mattered little.
Not about pride, it's self indulgence, Like a wife says need to a husband, Shelley shrilled, Blake belittled, Sassoon shallow like a grave in war. Eventually she comes around, To know she can ask for more.