Misery's Morning Breath
the two opposite worlds we are in
makes no sense when it causes the
both us insanity
in my world, i miss the warmth of your
heartbeat's rhythm
in your world, i am guessing you miss
the warmth of my hand when i rub your
back or your belly
we try to find words to try to fuse our
new modern worlds, but the haystack
needles have all been found in the early
days
we then take out our paintbrushes and
draw blue skies in every corner of our
new planets
it never works when attempted hidden
themes expose the same type of loneliness
in each
our worlds need to collide by default badly,
but sometimes damage can be an episodic
edition of endlessness with an emphatic
entourage
in our future constant movements, we know
that we will just be everyday habitual liars to
ourselves
our identical stubborn streaks will block all of
the potential blessings of righteous reconciliation
as a result, we chooses the unfortunate election
of kisses to misery's morning breath
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