I write poetry sometimes when i can't express something coherently.
-Nology
by me.
Your name is void of meaning
Its place is forgotten in my parkinglot of a heart
I'll eat the flesh of my peachy summer
I'll lick the insides of my lips for the leftover tastes of my life
While I careen out of chaos into order
Plaid shirts
Toiling sleeves
Paint and sweat
I am wanted
See my smile
Laughter escapes like bubbles
Underwater
Catch me if you can.
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