tears from the sun
some burnt up love
left with ashes to ashes dust to dust
My playful spirit hurt my dearest
in the vagrants placement of who is famous
you dont even understand the concept of that statement
Its all good to wonder where they roam
Ill always be home though
no matter the roads
I promised you id be ya mountain
always there to lean on
but you were just a flake of snow on my peak
and you seem to think thats all youd ever be
just because you cant articulate such things
You get emotional
irrational
and I did too
so amazing
but full of hatred
The reminder of my past
ages of pain
though wine needs some pressing
gracefully fermenting
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