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Sweet misery, when the head starts spinning like the smoke.

Creating a nostalgia you’ve never felt, you won’t forget.

What’s reality and what is fiction, mix.

Once you’ve peaked there’s no turning back from this fix.

Black and white, it’s all the same.

Whether it’s mixed or not, it’s still no pain.

Numbing till you choke, numbing till you lay low.

Once you’ve inhaled, there’s nothing else to blow. 

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You can’t See

A Legend once said that we’re past the infatuation point, and at this point I need to feel you, like hot smoke in a joint.

Fill my lungs until you’re all I taste, this love is going deeper and it won’t ever reach haste.

Step by step, this love is more than just a phase, it’s sunk into the soil and it’s made its bank.

You can’t see what’s in front of you, this love and pursue, this body and yours, until you have me feeling torched.

At this point I’m so high, I can’t feel the ground and you and I in bed is the only receiving sound.

Propriety of what you are, that smile, those eyes, that long hair and the warmth of your thighs.

Climb on top like this smoke is rising, you can’t see but all you need is flying. You’ll let it burn out, without an inhale, but you can’t see because you haven’t felt.

You’ll realize with a clear mind, it wasn’t a waste of time, this love, this harmony, this joint this propriety. It’s where you should be, it’s what you need not what you can’t see.

Darling Dear

That hand, bluntly resting upon her cheek.

Its receiving warmth, but fading chills. Content with unconsciousness, content with anomia.

Letting it imprint inside, that smile begs to differ.

Skin, hair, and texture, irenic as a fixture.

Still, but moving on.

Warmth of sheets, but leaning on.

The clinomania, sticking to its roots.

That hand on cheek, it won’t ever move.

Bed Rest

You’ve had a long reality, so now it’s time for sweet dreams.

You’ve been lit since day one, but the wick is out just like the sun.

You can estivate, you can’t sustain the moon anymore, so just let it slip out of the sky.

If you were supposed to be a sustaining star, you’d be going tonight.

But this path is extinct, it’s not in sync. You can let go, hand in hand.

I feel that skin against mine,the obdormition has set in, warm and bold, it shows the story you’ve told.

You’ve been present, since you’ve been a present. Giving it all, undecided, you need to fall.

My sky is full, you’ve let it pull. Storms, clouds, and rain it’s ending nubivagant. 

Slip away. Don’t wake up, because it’s over and you’ve drawn your caim.

Anonymous asked: do you have a gf?

It’s kind of a confusing situation, but it’s safe to say I’m not pursuing anything with anyone else, or into anyone else until I know what’s going on with the girl that I’m with.

Anonymous asked: is there any1 special youve been thinking bout latley?

I actually have a lady I’m waiting for. But she’s in a different country right now, other than her no. Not a soul.