are ales.

by veepho

Back to reality, reality bites,
Lets just sta
y in the beach house sights.
The oce
an, a hot tub and plenty of wine,
ows for the soul to forget its current bind.

Effort exerted, compromises in place,
No reciprocation, a royal slap in the face.
The st
ations pass and the sails, constricted,
An o
utcome nobody but the self predicted.

Take the rails into a safe airspace,
Take that organ back into a
n air-tight place.
Recognize the ones that care,
Dispose of the ones who provide hands b
Relive, release that screaming stare.
Relieve the ones who dont respect this hair.

the whole guest list showed up.