The lights are dimming on these days,
but more bloom beneath the darkness,
and I watch them grow under the glow of the fireworks.
They say that amor is immutable,
insatiable, and forever,
but time flows,
like petals parade on the wind through the fields,
and so does the heart,
always hungry for home.
I am born of brick,
built for your broken soul,
drinking your sadness, like scotch,
until there is nothing but the rush of lust,
and the endless desire to feel better.
Start your new year with a bad decision,
and make mistake,
after mistake,
after mistake,
after piss take,
after drunken fight and heartbreak,
and yet another mistake,
until it feels almost like it could last forever,
and the ghost of your ring no longer haunts you.
You can do it.
I believe in you.
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