The thought of someone perfect
I could always envision
No one could know my regret
When you tore away the illusion
It was my stupid decision
To let you tank my emo-conomy
And my stock took off like a sprinter
Printer to printer sodomy
A feeling of inflation
Brown sugar skin progression
And blossomed cheeks reek
Of one thing I've been seeking
This smell has left me thinking
What did I see in that moment
Golden hour walking on the cement
The metal clanging in the coin mint
Someone's pedals clicking from the pavement
Like convenient store trash thrown in the gutter
You made my heart putter
How you fall and stand
Glare at the ground like it's their damn fault
If cute could vault
You'd be a safe somersault
I could bet all my money on
But just like that you were gone
You're like the pop of eighty-seven
One moment you bubble to dead heaven
The next you drop like bread unleavened
The sun sets on black Monday
And you left me penniless broken
Dreaming on a Sunday
If the cosmos misspoken
And let me see you someday
This moment would be worth a paid arcade token
The mint reads "not for trade"
And you're as real as Besaid
Let me stop my drivel
I'm a fish outta water
And I'm all out of gil so
This sight ain't worth the chatter
About the Creator
Marukichi
I don't want to be useless!
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