Poetic

Beginning of the end

Hand on my neck
Hand around my waist
Hands we hold
Make vows
Make life
Make it out
Wow. Goddamn baby
But it’s all too strange
The past is negligible
Don’t make me laugh
We cannot resume from scratch
Paradoxical fuckery
There is something not quite right here

It is only ever a sweet dream
Night in night out
Ripped at the seam
People tell me to have them
It’s all their fault
Miracles they go
Against logic
Against rationale
Fly in the face of nature
So let’s have some control here
That’s rich
Had I but exercised control
In radiant love

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