odd man, out.
feeling things you cannot, won't just maybe, things you do, but don't how would i know 'cuz you won't say maybe we'll both live and die this way one of us living in the love, blood, the giving one of us dying, for the dream, new beginning could be both of us just true, the same too easily broken feel the gift, see the game... for what it is, all the bludgeon of bliss what i wouldn't give to live inside the taste of your kiss as you are the last, the ultimate infinite, somehow i know this stuck waiting, the wake up you will finally get on with it.. take what's yours, that you already know who cares, what the limbs look, once you finally find that place called home keys to magic locked door, madness must we waste, like murder the minutes on any more anything of our pasts, torn, tragic i don't want things i just want you i finally get it finally understand what's true its loving, living before it's time so please see me, feel me I'm the "yours" in "mine" to leave this awful, ugly place made so by the so called "human race" another body, another face as i fight, like fire to show you no one can take your place odd man, out is this all in my head? or am i linked to you, wordlessly, aware all the things that have yet to be said change is needed, absolutely i feel it, breathe it, resolutely trying, searching the name of you an odd man, out for once in my life fighting to believe in myself because i believe in you, this, us powerfully real beyond the sky, beyond the stars it's nothing more, beautifully than the simple, but not plain divine realm, heart truth. bowen hart roselli 19 september 2020 ringwald love
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