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BriskIt's not worth the trouble or fun that we get into.
It's not worth lying and staying friends with you.
I don't regret a damn thing
And I'm not into any sort of material gain.
If you're only wish is for me to laugh and be merry
Then above all else I have no reason to say sorry.
If according to the cards we should ever meet again
Let's make it unofficial
And without a doubt unprofessional
Because with every fiber of my being
I'd rather spend time yelling
Then cross a threshold with hopes of a hug
Only to leave with wounds.
MerebethWhere’d my Merebeth go?
I just lost her but I don’t know.
She came barreling through town with a suitcase and camera.
She was sweating for a home.
Been kicked out of two.
Feeling mighty alone.
Ole Merebeth was desperate but she didn't know.
She didn't understand.
Ole Merebeth thought nothing much of the fact she needed a man.
She was bound and determined to have success.
Success etched in stone.
Had we known how real her dreams were…
We might have thrown her a bone.
Instead of a helping hand…
We allowed the wolves to roam.
Instead of cherishing what we had…
We locked her out of house and home.
And now we just want our Merebeth back.
Our dear Ole Merebeth.
Where’d she go?
An Arrow And A HawthornAn arrow and a hawthorn
Making me want more
Craving for the best
Climatic compared to the rest
Harp a masterpiece veiled in gold
Soak up the sound leaving a silence so cold
Crystallize my insides
Hand direct on my waistline
Can't capture the panic
Desperate like a fanfic
Magic is us ever meeting in the first place
Fate is us meeting again to begin the chase
Monarchs And HollyhocksCallous kingdoms of monarchs and hollyhocks
How do you spend your days alone
And your nights busy casting stones
How is it I am left for dead
When I'm nothing more than your peasant girl
Bred to make your bread
From May To JuneFrom May to June
It's nothing new
And the delicate growth of flowers
There is hope
And then there is doubt
Like a cycle
And it's making me pyscho
But I trust
And hold my breath
Like a fool
Dressed in her Sunday best
True BeautyYou're a perfect little peach soaking up the rain water.
When it showers,
When it pours,
You're that calm before the storm.
A rusty nail buried in a termite's meal
You're sturdy and strong with a vintage skill.
You're a song.
You're an image I long for.
Preach to the mighty
For they will come running
To see such a sight
Of the growth of a true beauty.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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