SOS

All the match in poison wonder,

all know with the shame of a gun,

and promise is promise

 to make it all rip apart

 

And I speak not, not like

those who have nothing to say,

I don’t have “nothing”, to say

I infact have everything

 

And I like Mondays, least when  no one is around

And you can pick the songs

All I ever wanted was the sounds

 

So if you’re listening

Spread wide

Polyphonic infancy

 

This looks back

It’s dismal in hindsight

But it all goes,

Over the bridge

Overseen,

So close to me.

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[miSS LEaf]

i liked that :) i also believed it was coincidental that i've just posted a poem by the same title :)

miSS LEaf