Ashes to ashes and us til dust.
I might use that line if I really did have trust.
Or an “us” for that matter. No matter I still like the line.
First operations from locations undiscovered and unreleased.
Now I’ve ceased all movements trying to claim your attention.
I haven’t felt strong or strung along for a long..long…time.
Outa sight outa mind is the motto among the girl.
The girl meaning me and the motto meaning I. don’t. care.
Yet I do because to think of a line and to waste the time to represent that something is not so fine.
I wish I didn’t have the mind that waits by the phone.
I wish my face could easily represent the fake tone in my voice.
I’d rejoice secretly if I heard the buzz on my nightstand.
Maybe busy is a word I have used too casually
For the casualty that I have self proclaimed on my own heart.
I don’t wish to start over because patterns seem to occur with each and every person stepping in
Or on the beat rhythms of the left side of my body.
Trying to create a new me possibly making me too gaudy.
I enjoy how I am and I enjoy the tender pieces
This releases with no creases and then some “perfect mess” comes along with all their leashes
Ready to tie me up.
I am free. I wish to not be. I contradict. You’d understand…if you were me….or here.
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I love it Ash! its amazing.... you literally amaze me everytime, and they keep gettin better and better, keep it up boo!! =)
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