She didn’t consider the soul inside the bones,
The only consistent as skin starts to shed.
Everything that mattered, don’t matter no more
She can barely muster a prank, let alone a trick.
It’s a 2,000 man funeral,
But she’s the only one crying.
Sebastian Noël
But what should arrive on an unassuming afternoon?
With grace powerful enough to make renaissance portraits blush
And the charm to talk a bullet back into it’s chamber
You could hear the Velcro damn near tear as she pulled me from the wall
Sebastian Noel
We’re happy to see you thrive
We’re happy to see you live
But we’re not happy to see you be honest
The worst nights aren’t the one’s
Where your sobbing into your blanket
Over a collection of your favourites songs
It’s the one’s where just shrug it off
Unable to bring up any kind of emotion
“No surprise, girls will be girls, boys will be boys”
When so much aching’s rollercoasting around you
That you can’t cope with living any other way
Living with that overflowing contentment
It’s like a spoon full of Cavonia for your cough
Pain stops becoming inconvenient
And becomes inevitable
I’ve never thought of it so bleak before
But as I’m coming up to act of my 20’s
I’ve got to sit down and ask honestly
Can I ever find love before I hit the grave?
Lnc0
Domestic Poetry 