“still best friends” she questions “i would say so” my response followed by “do you still love me” no pondering i respond “more than anything” pause. cue echoes of “are you still in love” she poses ever evident the transparent posies down cheeks. heart soul & conviction included i tell her “deeper than ever”, Queen.
Forego all the meaningless debates relinquish Droids apples and apps and what do you have so if I asked “whats good?” Would you truly be able to reply back? Because we are simply distracted not living what really is passion rationalizing my emotional rations because these days even the ratio of marriage is determined by a coin toss and true resolve fidelity conviction and art seemingly held their funeral on the birthday of the internet.
On the dl, nice threads queen seems twice over or more someones called you a whoops don’t spill but kill it naw share it no chase left grin and bear it sharp corners new dress don’t tear it and that look on your face relays that you don’t and never did give a fcuk but we all know the truth because weve all been through it.
MidOctkick push the clock forward tic toc the time toward a setting sun that flies higher off the floor listen, the birds sing a little more. overdue, a mistletoe gone from my door and you changing as seasons do but thats just the nature of things. love in the air but i refuse to breath new breathe i just lost an hour i cant afford to lose anything else. stubbornness is my fault, i admit. and these changes in daylight are a constant reminder that you can fuck with a clock, but that doesn’t change time.
