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You are my Johnny

I, your June

I saw you first for the dark you wore
and the strings you played

You saw my smile and the voice

We are young, and sometimes we lay in

bed naked,

You place your guitar and I hum along
To your blues.

 

I love to watch your fingers dance
Over frets

As my ribs rise and fall in time

In time
In time
We sing,
In time...  

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Post Apocalypse

Did you imagine it like this?

Buildings aren't the only ones

in ruins

People, cut-throat, over things
 wait, how many bells does that ring?

It's Black Friday in the streets

For the supplies that people need

And I'm starting to see

That all our charity and gilded

sacrificing

Is just as synthetic as the Facebook

friendships we cling to with the strength

of LTE

Wait! My signal's dropping out!

As cell towers come down

so do the facades. 

 

Tell me, where is your

Brand Name God

now?