F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

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let's not fool ourselves friends, the end of the world is here. when all the white noise runs dry and the alcohol gets turned down to a dull hum ...all we may have is each other's shitty company.
(i will wait for you.)
though our lips have not touched, we breath the same air and as our molecules collide you shall know this to be true. for if you don't ...well then maybe i've been wasting my time. these things we say, are not just things we say ...they are our lies and our truth. our love and our hate.
and though my tongue may be sharp at times, in my heart i believe in is.
let me decompose in this embrace and be reborn as a fond memory for the dust to settle on and enjoy.
-settle down-
the moments we've shared together, real or imagined, are just a preamble.
i look forward to floating, lost, in our vastness.
sediment-ally yours,
frnk.

-2013, frnkiero

• 14 May 2013 •