u/tennessee-clouds

Smoke down a bridge

Leave a ghost or two behind

Say you had to do it

If only for your peace of mind

Smoke down a bridge

Couple more ghost get left behind

You know why you did it

Gotta have your peace of mind

Smoke down another bridge

Leave an audience of ghosts behind

There was no other way to end it

Long live this peace of mind

Smoked down the last bridge in sight

See every long lost ghosts tonight

I'm sorry for how it had to end

Take this piece of mind and end it.

Smoke down a bridge

Leave a ghost or two behind

Say you had to do it

If only for your peace of mind

Smoke down a bridge

Couple more ghost get left behind

You know why you did it

Gotta have your peace of mind

Smoke down another bridge

Leave an audience of ghosts behind

There was no other way to end it

Long live this peace of mind

Smoked down the last bridge in sight

See every long lost ghosts tonight

I'm sorry for how it had to end

Take this piece of mind and end it.

Smoke down a bridge

Leave a ghost or two behind

Say you had to do it

If only for your peace of mind

Smoke down a bridge

Couple more ghost get left behind

You know why you did it

Gotta have your peace of mind

Smoke down another bridge

Leave an audience of ghosts behind

There was no other way to end it

Long live this peace of mind

Smoked down the last bridge in sight

See every long lost ghosts tonight

I'm sorry for how it had to end

Take this piece of mind and end it.

Smoke down a bridge

Leave a ghost or two behind

Say you had to do it

If only for your peace of mind

Smoke down a bridge

Couple more ghost get left behind

You know why you did it

Gotta have your peace of mind

Smoke down another bridge

Leave an audience of ghosts behind

There was no other way to end it

Long live this peace of mind

Smoked down the last bridge in sight

See every long lost ghosts tonight

I'm sorry for how it had to end

Take this piece of mind and end it.

Summertime means it's time to break out the country...

✨️💙✨️

We attach each other to experiences and feelings,

We shouldn't, humans are merely variables,

Nevertheless we do because it's natural,

Anyone else could have been the catalyst,

Someone else could have reignited my soul,

Out of all the potential variables, it was you,

The red string that I tripped and fell over,

Rays of sunlight to which Icarus flew too close,

Two mirrors carelessly hanging across from each other,

Beneath the pattern, dismissed prophecies linger,

A merry-go-round of figures dancing endlessly,

Circling 'round and 'round in the background,

Lions, tigers, and bears, oh no, where did we go?

Kansas is still being haunted by a demon with yellow eyes,

Shed tears for the fears and shout nonsense to the void,

The heartless lion, searching everywhere for a heart of its own,

The rigid tinman, struggling to budge in any direction other than the one they determine worthy,

The thoughtless strawman, filling up on ideas and values of others instead of taking the time to properly develope,

Then there's Dorothy, encouraging the lion to look inside,

Asking the tinman to accompany her if she agrees to help him,

Keeping the scarecrow grounded so he doesn't blow away with indecision,

Perspective is weighted, impacted by how magnificent an experience is,

The experience itself is judged on how well everything aligns at that moment, that second, in the universe,

As well as the individual with which you're sharing it with,

I'm not sorry that it was you, arsonist,

The catalyst, awakening, what-the-fuck-ever,

I'm not chasing after it either though, haven't for a while,

I'm a whole new person, a whole person, now,

I imagine you are too since time has passed,

Everything has changed and it is what it is.

❤️✨️

TW: SH

There's a tattoo, mirroring yours,

Etched in black on my arm,

Elevated to the touch from a heavy hand,

Fitting to mirror the represented union,

A brand, not by fire or ice, filled with ink,

Chiseled by hand with needle into skin,

A brand, how slaves and cattle are marked,

Too dark to cover up, too nauseating to forget,

Peace of mind requires compromise,

Visually the line is linked in ink,

Convert a scar with scars and render it incomplete,

Looks are deceiving and it cures the feeling,

Each line drawn with precision,

An exhale into the urge,

the bend avoiding a break,

Pale trenches quietly flush red,

The inhale is refreshing,

There's more space to breathe,

Every line an amendment,

They'll never match again.

TW: SH

There's a tattoo, mirroring yours,

Etched in black on my arm,

Elevated to the touch from a heavy hand,

Fitting to mirror the represented union,

A brand, not by fire or ice, filled with ink,

Chiseled by hand with needle into skin,

A brand, how slaves and cattle are marked,

Too dark to cover up, too nauseating to forget,

Peace of mind requires compromise,

Visually the line is linked in ink,

Convert a scar with scars and render it incomplete,

Looks are deceiving and it cures the feeling,

Each line drawn with precision,

An exhale into the urge,

the bend avoiding a break,

Pale trenches quietly flush red,

The inhale is refreshing,

There's more space to breathe,

Every line an amendment,

They'll never match again.

TW