Time being relative
So I bend it and send it
On it’s way with an expletive
Relating to the flow of water pouring
From heaven’s lips
Subjective slow dances and missed chances
Lost in a spiral kiss
Ability returning to feed a stomach churning
Satisfied my mind searching for truth
Sad laughter floating over tiny children with a knack for identifying the misconstrued
Thirsty words missing the point so I gave them juice
Cleaning the evil resident still lingering in the residue
While
Fate was eliminating the possibility of too soon
Shooting for the stars, we crash and burn on the moon
Sipping on petals, tripping over freckles, stirred my soul made of metal
Adopting orphaned identities like Victorian opera masks floating down from above
Over-priced black market obscenities had you thinking that you tricked love
With happiness in the crook of his arm
Diseased confusion in his heart
Lost in the bottle, finding the end
He finally made it back to the start
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