Ventured into Island Heights
A place almost forgotten
But as my feet
Carried me over the dock
I recalled amazing sights
Houses along waters' edge
Shining across the night's bay
Where vessels swim
By the moon's silvery glow
Infinite praise I impledge
Reaching the wooden dock's end
Grandiloquent lamp shining
But not tonight
For the sake of the white stars
Putting on a show for friends
Another day for a year
20 something tears
is what I have become
but not what I fear
Took me one
to complicate my life
and now I'm out for the count
I feel like a pop up book
but the tabs are worn out
Another day for a year
20 something tears
is what I have become
but not what I fear
I can't tell
if my resilience is fading
or am I getting stronger?
every silent panic dissipating
into this cold december
Another day for a year
20 something tears
is what I have become
but not what I fear
a history of misery unfolds with every drink
you sigh heavily in distress
i feel it penetrate my chest
a deliberating exhalation releases your sigh of misery
a thriving portion of realism
fighting my youthful optimism
becoming the smoky air
between us, enveloping us
almost too thick to bear
you breathe it in, taking what's yours
but it's seeping out of your tortured pores
as drops of lovesick sweat and tears
your out of love and in the clear
a history of misery---
and I knew not, dear
I knew not