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You spread your branches out wide Enough to catch me Coarse and rigid bark Dripping sweet and sappy I find myself wandering outside On days like these To enjoy an afternoon swing Back and forth, Back and forth Not always sure If I'll keep coming back Maybe One day I'll stay But what's the fun in knowing that I know I never said for keeps But freedom sometimes seems so lonely And my love tires, As she sleeps  Dormant within me Still playfully hung up By what used to be her noose Now just looking for a sturdy branch to tell her This isn't the kind of game you have to lose Something about tire swings in summer Always sounded like good news Unaffected by the loose screws Barely hanging on by worn threads Even amongst an icy winter frost I seek the softness of your breath Leaving behind secret whispers Decoded on foggy panes Stories of what comes after springtime rains Familiarity of this space ...

"I build walls which resemble bridges In hopes to one day burn them all down Trickle their ashes over the baggage I carry around So I may christen every new step With memories of my past regrets Fears for futures I haven't made my mind up on yet, So now I'm stuck living sunset to sunrise Just trying to keep the stars in my eyes, The same flecks reflected in irises Of both the brave and the spineless Cause like the dance of Suns and Moons The need for balance is timeless And I only want death When my life's become nine less Than the chaotic mess I started with the first time that I left" - Reese Darko™️

I must be a pitcher of ice cold water because on these hot summer days People be looking at me Thirsty As fuck But just because your brain is sensing Just exactly how refreshing I can be Please, don't start waving your empty cup at me You see, it takes a lot for me to feel fulfilled And I've already had one too many spills Of this precious Wet Mess Of mine Far too many times Has a weary, dehydrated mind come to me cryin' Miming gestures To suggest his weather Has made him conjecture That I might be the kind of drink that could make him feel better But I can't, I'm sorry, However tempting I've just barely gotten over feeling "half-empty" For so long and now I am finally accepting This mess of mine For the enlightening tingle I can send in wrinkles thru your spine With nothing but the touch of a well-placed rhyme.. Drink me in With my waterfall of emotion If and when I decide to share my condensation Until from your own sk...