extremely pleasant

enter the night instead of let it arrive
xylophone playing like a music box haunting
terrorized by loss and seeking revenge
raiding the and to see where to be
eventually put underneath the soil again
mighty long time since anyone cared
exit the door to the heart and lock it behind you
like making a painting just to paint over ir or
yelling at yourself alone in a car
playing bad cop when you are good cop also
letting your hair down
ending each day by not taking advantage of anything
attempt to do things worth
someone bothering to care about
answering al your questions with even more questions
now dont think too much
thinking is what started problems in the first place

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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