A Parting Thought
My house smells like cigar smokeAnd it feels alrightLike that kind of rush I felt those nightsBut I've mixed it all with space and teaAnd in you I no longer believe"Boy, You Are Afraid but That Doesn't Get You Anywhere" Part 4
The grand finale
A Struggle
I wish I didn't simply exsist
But was vibrant
And surreal
I wish I stood out from the black and white
No longer a shade inbetween
I wish this heart was stronger
Not so easily battered
I wish this face wore a prettier smile
So they'd say I lit up the room
I wish this mouth spoke gold
Not constantly slipping on trash
I wish someone held me high above the rest
Still when there's someone who does
I wish I was content with who I am