getting there

you waited to rip open

and swallow my soul

eating love whole

until you are full and not

nearly as proud as

you wasted and were in

front of that crowd

driven crazy or dying

to get away from it all

graves seem cheerful

playing is every moment

offensive seems natural

numbers are just alien

take your pick make your

choice take this message

don’t act like you

don’t wanna be gone

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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