"Hearts aren't Made for Tin-Men"
Kiss my circuitry mam, please I,
need to feel like I am distantly human.
Too many loose fuses and these,
ratchet finger tips have shattered
ever leaf I've picked for poor Felisedy.
Rusted eyelids are crimping up,
the tears are simply too dear to us
to relinquish the years we've come
to gather in the chatter of an oiling cup.
Scribbling return to sender above
my name on this page of love letters;
I've rusted holes in these hollow cheek
bones knowing we could never be together.
I drink to fill; kissing last word's masses
and kill myself licking water off my lips
and sipping drinks from shattered glasses.
No pain! You can't feel through the metal!
Killing the day with every ending I spill
............ while the rust begins to settle.
Too many central systems scanning,
loose theory through uprooting mentals
are the heart of my brandi center folds.
Suicide eyes are fragile sights to swallow,
so baby take these so I can fly threw hollow.
I caught the pavement dazed along I-95,
lightly kissed the bridge with crying eyes
before I settled on the Jersey state line..
Love lives in this heart-shaped box
under lock and key and we have not
the proper tears to indear these locks.
So I'll keep crying myself to hell...
Felisedy, do sleep well,
You wont shiver now that I'm not home;
I hope that box opens now, although...
I wish we could've gotten somewhat close.
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