Food doesn’t satisfy my hunger.
Most nights I stay out too late. Screaming love songs to the stars.
Running through the streets painting visions and setting flowers on fire.
Yelling f*ck you to the moon then pleading to it moment later. A twisted mentality and dual personalities. Rage and everything red.
Pink
Purple
“Are you awake?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
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you never cease to amaze me with your writing
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“screaming love songs to the stars”
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here i am praying to the moon while you scream at her
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An interesting dynamic. I don’t always love selflessly but I wish I did.
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