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Goldenrod






Goldenrod



Come embrace me/
I'm done explaining/
Myself to a bunch of pages/
Punching angry/
At a rusty hanging/
Bag, I'd rather run and face these/
Emotions with a hug and bravery/
Some would say these/
Feelings are dumb and angsty/
That I'm young and shaded/
Sheltered from the crazy/
Reality of the wasting/
Love you gave me/
I'm stumbling baby/
Crumbling, wavering/
Unsettled by the dust that's caking/
Over my heart, trust is breaking/
This isnt lust thats taking/
Over, it's the crush I've tasted/
Its deep, bundled hasty/
Together, it's got me wondering, pacing/
Back and forth/
Back to your/
Arms, laughter pours/
Smacking torn/
Promises around, I'm after more/
Like we said, the tragic force/
That powers storms/
Like this is magic, sure/
But it has a bored/
Nature, jumping at the core/
At enrapture for/
Someone new, disaster forms/
As we're dancing towards/
A coward's shore/
From the ocean we've swam adorned/
In the tattered worn/
Remnants of our battered court-/
Ship, a random fort/
That's left us stranded, warped/
So we've grown apart/
Thrown with parched/
Throats and hearts/
To the road we charred/
With fiery hope and stars/
In our eyes, eloped with hard/
Plastic rings/
And spastic dreams/
We chose with shards/
Of drunken spoken prom-/
Ises we'd known were wrong/
Posed in ponds/
Of happy tears, I wrote you songs/
And poems fraught/
With potent thoughts/
To the rose that caught/
My eye, my soul sewn in knots/
Clothed and garbed/
In robes and locks/
Of your hair, goldenrod/
Brunette, and black, I've spoken fond/
Of you, the coast it called/
And the moat was crossed/
But the most it cost/
Was our cloaks and jaunts/
Through Elysium, now your ghost it haunts/
Me nightly, but I dont want it disposed and gone/
Read the prose I've shocked/
You with and boast to all/
That though were not/
Together/
Forever/
We were chose by God/
To be that fairy tale/
If it was scary, well/
We were married, pale/
In the moonlight, cherished, dealt/
Aces on a parried wail-/
Ing punch, sailing fair/
In very stale/
Buried air/
So if I'm leering stare/
Back at me, and cheering yell/
For our yearly glare/
At the past, peering swell/
And mirroring real/
Emotions that we clearly felt/
As the searing hail/
Hits, it shears these pelts/
We threw on/
For too long/
To move on/
Because the cheering's left/
And weve nearly wept/
And as the Angel spreads/
Her wings, I'll claim the rest/
That's eluded me/
Ruthlessly/
In a painful tread/
I'm fading, dread-/
Ing the shame I've met/
So stay in bed/
And let's remain instead/

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