Fadedness

 

Our Fadedness

How did we get here?

We were left to our thought emotions and distant view

We forgot, oh we easily forgot us, the "we use to be”

We were liberal to choice, but our liberty was made an exchange to forgetfulness.

a little less to talk, eyebrow dazzling no fondly connections,

heart beats and blood, strays and shy away,

shifting, sniffing and bold face.

Lol to our decadence.

 

Hmm… it was you; it was me; it was us

That let stray away,

Our little of less I care and ego, made an open wound bleed.

GG! You’ve stayed off, you became a long man,

We’re almost gyrating to silence long quietness,

How did we get here?

 

I remember our days, You remember us,

We’re not couples, we are fondly friends

too bait our prey don’t escape our net

unison in anthem of anchor, where the league of plans works,

Don’t take the pill, we don’t cure by grief

let us let go till we are let in, the place we can now lay a foundation,

to the newest from the very where we halted

how did we get here, NO let’s get there?

 

There!

(where) You don’t have to look halfway

Let your sight find a balance on me,

Half, where, all of a sudden, a suddenness of who we were till the thick of blue cloud our sky

Let us get there, there where we may

The hybrid of lithe in our embrace of peace.

How did we get here, here where we worn.

 

Till we be able to recognize fade

till we know it’s been long stale,

till we come to see the nakedness and feel shame

we will never get to know, we might never get to see

till we, till we, there where we have no fadedness in familiarity,

And we’ll be us again.

 

 


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