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i cant trust you to be there when the sun ascends

i need a daytime warrior, a nighttime king-sized bed

i sank my teeth too quickly to make sure i liked the taste

now im wasting away in your trap

chose to pick and eat the apple too fast

i’m becoming too old to be playing these games

trusting lies is like using kaleidoscope eyes to depict reality

permanence is fleeting. peace isn’t forfeiting its freeing.

communication is the sweetest taste the lips can share

more important than the stories we carry in our hair

i need to properly practice patience starting today

still i’ll be there when you need a friend

and ill continue to wonder to find where the sidewalk ends.

powems peaceful poetry