Song: Jon Bellion - Luxury
(this is the perfect metaphor to my life)
i can't find the time to let you go,
so i thought that i'd let you know.
these nights don't feel right,
these nights i just write.
for another life,
for death is ever present with its presence-
i don't know how to trust myself
so i've been doing more than some
mourning left in the mornings-
bits of you left in soft snow of tomorrows,
if this is sorrow,
i don't want it.
'i'm sorry' begins to fill my lungs,
i wish depression was a battle i could've won.
i don't have enough fingers for the memories
i want to inscribe on the sun,
the number of breaths i have been taking
without your eyes following tomorrow's courage
up my spine has been peeling back the tears
until the only beat i can hear
is the box of phone calls.
i can't bring my voice to answer.
i wish the colors behind your glasses
were as strong as the scent of disappointment,
the bass of your tongue sticking to summer nights
will always contribute to these barren arms-
i wish love was a word that could stop any fall.
and i know that saying i want you now
just means that maybe one day,
i'll hold you in my arms again.
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memento mori // poetry
Poetry" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
