folklore

Wanting was enough
For me, it was enough
— august

They told me all of my cages were mental
So I got wasted like all my potential
And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad
I have a lot of regrets about that
— this is me trying

Only twenty minutes to sleep
But you dream of some epiphany
— epiphany

Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
Time, mystical time
Cutting me open, then healing me fine
Time, wondrous time
Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies
— invisible strings

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
You turned into your worst fears
Tossing out blame, drunk on this pain
Crossing out the good years
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
— my tears ricochet

24 July 2020 00:12:33