I feel like I always find people who are used to running away
I don't think I'll ever find someone who wants to watch me walk down the aisle
They talk about forever so easily
It makes it difficult to find the virtue in it
They find white mesmerizing
Only when it's painted black
I don't care about the elegant accessories
I hardly wear rings anyways
I want the love that's vowed to me
Not just in legality
I want the one who sees me as more than their last name
I want to be their finish line
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
