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what could be, what was and how it is.new skin, tight hair, cold grins; harry's got it allwhat could be, what was and how it is. by ~Patchie97
a memory told him once not to worry
told him it was all right, that saints sometimes fall
liar, was it? her name is far too blurry
lately, he's been thinking on nostalgic strides
of all the hearts carefree under lovesick moons
and when june meant something more than pesticides
no doubt his head a playground to nameless tunes
it's late, sun's closed another perfect saturday
harry and lost toys quietly recognize each other's rust
he'd see them again, maybe they'd even stay
to chuckle together and never collect dust
harry's got it made, old skin, loose hair, warm grins
above all, love in t
Fevered Drones: A.M. DarknessFevered Drones: A.M. Darkness by ~Patchie97
The rings fall, speaking up for the silence caught in the tongues of misfits. Still, they move around, unsure of where Eden lies. Dried leaves, dyed fruit, a heart turned cold.
You left your poet's pen on a notepad in San Diego, tying the knots in your veins to Oklahoma. And the waitress barely blinked, but her smile so fake said it all. Farewells still leave you shamed. How they missed you, how they loved you...but their blues will fade into the next headline, the next blockbuster tearjerker.
Now your gaze falls in sync with an adoring one. One who looks so sad now.
You stare, he stares back.
His eyes. The ones of the breezy dumbfounded