It's rather odd, i say looking at your face in the wall. How i looked at u and envied how life stays more or less the same for u. It stays at a constant road for u, and u look forward to it more than i would.
You move ur jet black hair back, the same time as i do ur job as my silhouette well. Interestingly u have lesser dandruff than I do, the brushed outline of ur beard looks neater than mine.
Everything about u seams to be a better placement than mine, perhaps that's why they say there's good in everyone. Ur apparently the better side of me, though u stay only for lesser time of the sunshine. Its only in the night time I have to find light to see ur dark face. It stares back in a blank expression.
I wanna apologize, for not looking for u when in joys, and remembering when my arms fold arnd myself and im lonesome. I look at u, and see myself in the loneliest posture.
I noticed less, and came to realize how life changed so much, but u remained my shape, the same colour and even the same dedication.
Life turned to a gray color, whether thats joyful or sad, it turned bright colours too, little time did it give me to grasp onto its frame. It moved shapes so quick i didnt have time to shimmy off to an open ledge and get sumwhere more stable. Its like a trap where u can only dodge the shapes being thrown at u.
So after a massive storm. I stand here grasping on what used to be the flag pole of my Boat. I see the wrecked planks out floating in the tides, my boots are soaked in water, jeans are tightening arnd my skin, and a cold chill drives up my back as i see another set of clouds give me a devious grin. It is this time, i look up to see a full moon before its hidden by morbid blindness. It gives me time to look down to see u hold on to the flagpole as i hold the same way, the wind blowing my clothes tattered pieces of my sleeves. I tear them off to cover my blisters and cuts, leaving a big piece for both my knuckles knowing they will be needed soon.
I look down and take a deep sigh of my last breathe as i reach down, crouching to touch u, and brace myself as this morbid blindness of my mortality approaches calmly. I know im outnumbered, thats why all i can do is hold on as life changes another shape to make me slip and fall into the darkness of my grave.
You move ur jet black hair back, the same time as i do ur job as my silhouette well. Interestingly u have lesser dandruff than I do, the brushed outline of ur beard looks neater than mine.
Everything about u seams to be a better placement than mine, perhaps that's why they say there's good in everyone. Ur apparently the better side of me, though u stay only for lesser time of the sunshine. Its only in the night time I have to find light to see ur dark face. It stares back in a blank expression.
I wanna apologize, for not looking for u when in joys, and remembering when my arms fold arnd myself and im lonesome. I look at u, and see myself in the loneliest posture.
I noticed less, and came to realize how life changed so much, but u remained my shape, the same colour and even the same dedication.
Life turned to a gray color, whether thats joyful or sad, it turned bright colours too, little time did it give me to grasp onto its frame. It moved shapes so quick i didnt have time to shimmy off to an open ledge and get sumwhere more stable. Its like a trap where u can only dodge the shapes being thrown at u.
So after a massive storm. I stand here grasping on what used to be the flag pole of my Boat. I see the wrecked planks out floating in the tides, my boots are soaked in water, jeans are tightening arnd my skin, and a cold chill drives up my back as i see another set of clouds give me a devious grin. It is this time, i look up to see a full moon before its hidden by morbid blindness. It gives me time to look down to see u hold on to the flagpole as i hold the same way, the wind blowing my clothes tattered pieces of my sleeves. I tear them off to cover my blisters and cuts, leaving a big piece for both my knuckles knowing they will be needed soon.
I look down and take a deep sigh of my last breathe as i reach down, crouching to touch u, and brace myself as this morbid blindness of my mortality approaches calmly. I know im outnumbered, thats why all i can do is hold on as life changes another shape to make me slip and fall into the darkness of my grave.
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