I know now
We weren't writtin' in the
stars
The one's gallantly gathering
Beautifully gleaming
Gloomy days
Rotten away
An angel covered in ash
Shaken anew
Wings sprayed array
You thought I lost
something
When the truth came anew
Thought I was so hypnotized
in your symphonic gaze
haha
Such an asinine child you are
with a sloppy face
Once was my rock
My gold plated armor
Now similar to a
fossilized plant
A potent sin stuck in a eulogy
With a whiff of the law and attraction
I know now something I hadn't
before...
How to read the stars
A revelation of the 4th kind
Being aware will suit you well
You see the smile I spread?
It's silently masquerading
just for you
A ball all in it's own
Hand made masks describing
every word said between me and you
I am so content
Like a pussy willow on a warm summers
sunny spreading rayful day
Summertime sadness someone once refrained
from thinking
My 4th kind pleasantly glimpsing
a second or two
For now I will contend with this
Truth
For without
I cannot sin ; )
.....
-Robbie Watson

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