Leonard Cohen

you have chosen the path that I don’t understand

The path that I don’t understand

is the path held onto like crutches, you use when you wander through your world

adjust yourself successfully and call your new friends

Maybe it’s all an ego acid trip for me that I dreamt up, an ice cold witch brew breathed into

I always imagine up everything beloved

whatever trace you want to leave behind is made up from the little things you do

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safiresyrup

4 months ago

spent time walking

watching

memories drive by

What runs once used to be slow

the bad things used to feel good

i sit in wonder

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

you look so tired,

lampshade, on fire

calmly, talking,

inanimate objects

I felt, much better

off alone in the tower

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

dysfunction ; You can drive and talk some more,

But you talk about the things that dont work anymore you know everything you’re well-assured but you dream of things in their final course And nobody’s going to let you know

-s’s

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

I would especially like to apologize

to you, for I

was skipping rocks

over the pool

of which you cried

-s's.

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

Lifeline

I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings

be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it

whatever song feels good to me,

a psychopathic symphony

and whatever I see, I'll believe,

my photographic memory

-s's.

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

something crawls out of landfill

something light and surprising

as I recall secret antics

I do to keep on watching

-s’s.

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safiresyrup

1 year ago

do you know, who you are?

I’m still wondering, wide awake, at dawn

you were here, now you're gone

I'm still all alone, wondering what you lost

-s’s.

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