whether I fall or stand
little words bubble to the surface
I, hand in hand,
with poor choices
still smiling in imaginarium
love returns home
chaos creeping in your bed
You grin, stumped,
lacking understanding of the clarity within
foolhardy, we glance in opposite directions
blind to the flames ahead
such warmth invites
blowing past cherry blossoms
each flower blooms
and remains unpicked
though it reaches towards the sun
seasons past stretch beyond its petals
take back
take twos
take me
not truths
what's shared this eve
remains thru morn
despite the fallen stars
that hide in mirrored sighs
an object in an unnatural state must return to its natural
so here I lie
with your lies
safe
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