I've posted a lot of poems on the Castle Pyros forums, and if you look at a lot of the serious ones there's been a recurring theme.
"I'm hung over This clothesline is cold and damp The grocery store had nothing to hold me And neither does my cat
The stars are out I think They're dim through the office window Blue light guiding me home as I walk and making tomorrow come I don't want them to
I'd rather lose my way and find a new place A frozen time of sweet release The conversations that I can't seem to get to And a smile on the other side of the dinner table"
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I've posted a lot of poems on the Castle Pyros forums, and if you look at a lot of the serious ones there's been a recurring theme.
"I'm hung over
This clothesline is cold and damp
The grocery store had nothing to hold me
And neither does my cat
The stars are out I think
They're dim through the office window
Blue light guiding me home as I walk and making tomorrow come
I don't want them to
I'd rather lose my way and find a new place
A frozen time of sweet release
The conversations that I can't seem to get to
And a smile on the other side of the dinner table"
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