Passing by- passing time-just another silly rhyme
Words we say- words we phrase- pointless dribble, every day
What’s the point- what’s the reason- is there a single breath, you have believed in?
From thought to conception- creation to reception- ever think of letting go?
Sure they would know- but knowing is hardly caring, one less routine in which to be staring
Free them of your waste- let them forget the taste- no longer ask them to count the ways
Forget the fix- forget this- only romantics wish for a kiss
Fuck a wish- especially one for a kiss- imagine the reality that you’ll miss
Forget the well- farewell to the star- wish my ass- wish a scar
The romance is fading-
no more sweet serenade, emotion-elating
Just empty words- characters one through 26-
still nothing you will miss
Count nothing but the wasted seconds that continue to tick
another- and another-
there must be something out there to miss-
why won’t you click
what is it you expect?
the x is just a click away
yet you continue to stay
intentionally wasting your time-
like you have wasted mine.
how many seconds have gone by
punishing yourself with a drug that comes without a high
romanticism is but another ism-
of your own heart
your own soul
——- these words-