Tyrion overlooking…

Los Angeles CA

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Have to wait until morning before he becomes visible No lights on the dude who drinks and knows things… Been thinking about it and we’d be described as those with “lazul-eyes” (and of course, I’m thinking it’s a sign.. That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned) But that wasn’t your fave You liked “Sleeping In” and I can’t fault you, as it’s a solid jam (too much pectin?) You’re probably concerned And think my thoughts aren’t normal But the thing is, I don’t know different That noodle of mine gets caught up It goes circular And relives pain over and over… But it still just wants to free associate everything else… So if I’m a little caught up on the dagger in my heart twisting and turning..: And the amputation that leaves me feeling you like a phantom limb…. While the mask I wear spouts nonsensical non-sequiturs… Be thankful that your brain isn’t reading the Marquis De Sade and your heart seems to despise Leopold von Sacher-Masoch… How much simpler a human would I be if those two organs could just agree and be a bit more gentle with me? Per the norm I love you I miss you All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream Linger on, your pale blue eyes v