dreaming

You labor for your dreams
but your dreams will never labor for you
your dreams despise you
because you are the bane of their existence

words of jane

A dream asked me to depart
with light heart and tender thoughts
lest I look back and freeze like a pillar
burdened with every affection and love
but my coffee's sweet aroma
has forwarded all my treasures
for every sip, purples
every stain, gain
everything, again

I drank some coffee before I spat on your chest
my mouth is foul
but your chest smells like coffee
we should just stand
because the next step is ought to be illogical

next to nothing

I painted a dirty picture
on it was your naked body
I spat on the ground next to me
a spot untouched by souls
I struggle to understand
why everything is next to everything
if you could move
I would've smiled

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