Shaded off, while I burn with hatred.
Love is...kinda overated..
Wanna be concentrated on your concerns and yet you still manage to push me away -
Remain standing firm long after the flares have met their fates.
The pride stays , my heart pumps alright knowing damn well I won't be able too sleep at night.
Tick & tocks owe no one, so why does it fly away?
The pattern keeps going.
Apparently this pitcher won't be our offspring.
I'm stalking... It's way too often.
Every double tap I still double lap.
Whiskey always whispering too me to double back.
Chicken strips and Cognac.
I wouldn't mind giving you my lunch ticket back when we kids. Remember that?
Crazy how time flip.
- Author: 2.0 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 25th, 2024 13:42
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
Comments1
A collage of images as the mind makes its way along past and familiar paths. Nicely done
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