closure.
no, you don't have a say in the matter / this way we'll emerge only slightly battered / you were right about one thing- there's no need to say it / the goodbye is implied. i won't try to erase it. / part of me is yours, and a part of you mine / we can let go and topple down from cloud nine / knowing it'll be true til the day that we die / that this moment, soon our past, is forever intertwined. / i won't say i'll miss you, because that would mean you're gone / we'll still be together as long as i play this song.
goodbye. this time, for real and for good... we don't have any reason to be sorry :)
"The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n." ~Paradise Lost, 1:254-255 Sometimes perfection can be perfect hell...
November 22
pour la dernière fois
Clearly, none of this is clear / it’s easy to forget as long as you aren’t near / false hope will be the downfall of us all / can we finally be sure that this one will be the last call? / goodbye is kind of difficult for you I know / you think there’ll perpetually be a new hello. / we’ll never be ready at this rate but let’s keep it concise /count to three, set me free, and hurry back to paradise.
we should probably make up our minds. goodbye?
November 9
The Lack Thereof
waste not, want not, that’s what they’re saying / the years fading, I’m dizzy and swaying / burdened with the weight of time, resources, youth / it feels like I’m wasting it all on a drowsy sweet tooth. / my soul trudges on past my apathetic ambitions, or lack thereof / leaden and idle till the day push comes to shove.
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