and these words we exchange
into the sky
into the clouds
into everything
that cant fall down
these words we are trying to
reel in like spiders
and dreams
and real things
and my heart is broken
for the 80,000th time
hurting me like my favorite dessert pie
and my ideas are overflowing
but these words
bring me down
from city to home
from here to alone
from higher to lower
when these heels wont move
I have words
when these wounds wont heal
I have words
within the realms of honesty
and yes, its him again...
and me.........
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