Lost and insecure
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Stuck in reverse
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
Let your troubles fall behind you
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
The screams all sound the same
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Everything will break, people say goodbye
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run,
Better run faster than my bullet
May angels lead you in.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now.
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Pretentious Poems
PoetryA poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language -W.H Auden
