Empty Morning

A lot tended to happen in the night Drunken fist-fights I love you’s And a revolution of emotion Thus I stayed away Preferred Mornings Less feelings And more dehydration I lost myself to the feeling of nothing Got consumed by an identity That was no longer mine A fickle things these emotions are Made on…

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Disconnected Thoughts

I’ve been locked in a room of ill-content Flowers bloom on my cheeks Call them roses if you wish My tears bring new life to the world Disconnected thoughts take flight We own the night With our anger and contempt Make way A new day draws near Spread your wings Lest your chance disappear Reach…

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