bluecityveins

a free ride inside my diseased mind.

salt water

salt water

close that door
have a smoke on the floor
pour a coat of pain
on that
canvas.
mad again
playing the piano
broken
on the keyboard
a note for you
ive seen
a world in the future
rusted cans
rusted dimes
never was to good at reading
my own mind
always writting in between those lines
more sugar in my daydreams
please
you wear the dress
i’ll soak my eyes
with
love and
lies.
never could figure out
how to tie a tie
before the day i die.
its a mad lovers
dream
falling apart at the seems.

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