Lavender in the garden, 4th-floor balcony,
Scent diffusing sensors, eyeline on the breeze,
Hitting metaphors of "Call me later please",
Skipping every second, head down to my knee,
Maybe it's the town when I'm around,
It looks beautiful indeed,
Branded gowns and fucked out crowns,
They can't stand anywhere to me,
And I said Welcome To My Home,
It's quite warm out here,
Say its name twice in a row,
It's been waiting for you,
Happy spectacles of light and shine,
Loving demented art gallery of the divine,
And the nymphs of the land above,
Glare with curiosity,
What is it that makes this such a wonderful city?
And I bloom in every-spring in my hometown breeze,
Bathing in the sun it makes me feel like me,
And I can't get rid of it,
It makes me who I am,
And I don't get it,
The honesty,
Or the widespread dumbness of flamboyancy,
Of those who flex their adjustment skills,
While here I cry and die and the more I do, the more I wilt,
And I was given a hundred thousand memories,
And I just keep thinking about these,
Help me find my lost address,
Is this for me to keep or get left?
Look up and the sky is falling down,
Hurry it's not looking good now,
Help me I wanna find a way home,
Help me you said you'd never leave me alone,
And I stopped by the grocery store,
Reminded me of 22,
Year of good laughs followed by nothing but misfortune,
But I still bloom,
And I cut out the stem where the poison looms,
And loops itself on my body,
And kills each and every cell of me quite oddly,
And I just want to bloom but disappear, you know me love,
I just want some peace and happiness,
In my verdict,
The world owes me some,
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PoetryAugust is slipping through our hands like a half-sipped bottle of wine and this year for me has been the most Unhinged, deranged, yet somehow on some level chic and comforting. I found and discovered things I never thought I would and I lost some th...
