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bloomyx - garbage6 كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
my meticulously crafted
sonnets made of my lament
all the melismas i’ve drafted
all the years my hand has spent
etching garnet into paper
to subsist my writerl_st
literature morphs into vapour
my memoirs’ gathering dust

[interlude]
“tis some visitor, tapping at my chamber door”
“only this and nothing more”

[verse 2]
as the smog covers my bare skin
my fingertips start to wilt
dripping ravens insides from the nail
i’m eaten by wide eyed guilt
and it’s nothing
nothing i can’t explain
i restrain myself from reaching for that
lead
for my margins are long dead

[interlude]
“a heap of brokеn images, where thе sun beats,”
“and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief”
[verse 3]
i save my scr_ps in the same folder
titled “garbage 1 _ 6”
i write my ballads in vexation
for there is no effortless fix
i hand my praise to all the poets
that could genuinely write
i wish i were you, i know this
art is not a stale knife
your collection’s iridescent
mine is 16 shades of blue
i forego my mirage_esque art
lush meadows cause deja vu

“says there are a dozen or two.”
“so i never could tell where you”
“put your foot, your root,”
“i never could talk to you”

[outro]
my meticulously crafted
sonnets made of my lament
all the melismas i’ve drafted
all the years my hand has spent
etching garnet into paper
to subsist my writerl_st
literature morphs into vapour
my memoirs’ gathering dust

- bloomyx

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