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Think you may be falling

Think you think you’re falling too,

No need to play the victim

We can’t choose who we love,

As much as you may want to pick it.

Remain indifferent and understand what you’re being given.

Just because biologically, we can’t create children,

It should never limit our vision

You are you, admit it

Us two could be one, it’s not any different

From a you and a him

Accept it, then we can begin

Taking steps to becoming greater lovers than friends

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Could you be mine?

Would you even be mine?

Is it even worth it, to try and cross that line?

Assume, it could be great.

All we both ever wanted.

Could we even date?

Did we already call it?

Spoken like it’s set in stone,

Friends is what we agreed on.

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What defines classic?

Golden plaques and the masses?

When they can all sing your song?

Do you think it makes you belong?

Is it one of it’s own?

Or is just like every and any other top-whatever song?

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This is where we’re at – just look what happened.

All of us sailing this shit-storm together,

Mind as well act as a captain.

Someone should stand-up.

Too many people content with relaxing,

While America’s stuck moving backwards.

We are just letting it pass us.

At this point, can we even catch up?

Is it too late? Are we out of chances?

Politics hold no answer.

DC is just another form of cultural cancer.

Orange from fake-tans, like a Marilyn.

Not from palm trees and sand.

Simply another lie to the trapped minds of the “free land”.

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Too easy to poke fun

Too irritating to try to understand

Still, we must do what we can if we give a damn

Holding your own hand, solo, is no type of plan

Extend a branch, support some friends

Support some strangers

Even the ones that might incite anger

The ones that don’t deserve it

And the one’s the thank you

None of them are sinners

And I promise, you’re no angel.

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Do you remember?

That unusually warm December?

Global warming inching, threatening to end it?

Can’t run or hide from the truth inside

Not when it’s this nice outside

We’re alive for what it’s worth

Mind as well enjoy our ticking time on this fading Earth

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Still drunk and foolish

Knowing each sips leads to thoughts more barren and fruitless

Liquor therapy, dare I say, is, so useless

I use it for this,

For those words,

The ones that just hang from my lips.

So much better spoken through these here fingertips.

Verbally witless,

It’s easy to witness,

Even gets easier if I continue to sip this

Words spilling like wrist slit.

With leaking emotions


I try so hard not to show them

Elixir forces these wounds back wide open

Can we keep it all in the moment?

Others lose focus, we all know how atrocious it can get

Does our conversation feel hopeless?

Would you rather read it, if I wrote it?

Or would you prefer to write me off like you had simply never noticed?

Soundless sealed and stuck at zero, motionless

Been trying to give it a rest,

It’s this liquid courage pulling it from my chest

Words of all kind

Even the worst, at their best

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Isn’t it cruel that February, the month meant for the little guy, is the shortest?

Can’t just be irony.

There’s no way the universe is accidental but the dates within it are decided.

A calendar was created.

Sun cycles and moon cycles as the probable guide.

Things cycle. Fluidly.

They’re moving constantly.

But yet we place it in a box with a static time clock.

Count-down to midnight, watch the ball drop.

Japan did it hours ago, so does that just mean we’re behind on the times?

Being late is meaningless when you realize how fictionalized the concept of time is.

Clock-in late, punch-out early.

Tomorrow’s a new day.

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Can’t claim you

Fuck, you know that I’d love to

Somehow need to thank you

For being such an angel

Liking me for me, the way it should be

Worried that you’ll be fleeing

But it’s yet to been seen

Stay with me and keep pretending

Evening after evening

Like this is never-ending

Want your friendship

Some love, maybe raise some kids

Want to hold you by your hips

And show you otherwise the things that you’d miss

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Take a trip, get away

Do it with your mental

Escape it with your brain

You can leave, today

Feel freer, for cheaper

No need to pay for a plane

Unleashing your soul on the page

Can do just the same

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