beautiful hasn't happened yet


buds go back to wither

sleep is all you have,

beautiful hasn't happened yet



i'm too seeped with time

and years have enough pages

to fit a lifetime under



the clocks won't return me tender

and-easy-skin-like for kisses to rain,

wrap sour, wrap disappointment about me



new days open like eyesores

want their freshness made older

i want to begin where my blood ran smooth



beautiful won't happen for now is

starting to get buried

and the footsteps i leave will soon erase


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