Confessional #10

At the balcony before the drop,
waiting for you to appear,
and shatter all my thoughts.

For either way,
the difficulty of this time frame,
to piece together our immortality,
and frame the beauty inherent
or dash it all to pieces.

I want.

You are undecided.
And in this indecision
lies conformity;
the heart no longer dwells
on substances it cannot comprehend.

Floundering in the mud,
unable to make up your mind,
and tell me with an honest air

How you
envision
today’s
lyrical
progression.

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At the balcony before the drop,
waiting for you to appear,
and shatter all my thoughts.

For either way,
the difficulty of this time frame,
to piece together our immortality,
and frame the beauty inherent
or dash it all to pieces.

I want.

You are undecided.
And in this indecision
lies conformity;
the heart no longer dwells
on substances it cannot comprehend.

Floundering in the mud,
unable to make up your mind,
and tell me with an honest air

How you
envision
today’s
lyrical
progression.

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