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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