Decipher This.

List the loves lost
And peril ensues
The missing planets
That far, too Rome;
I’m far from home.
I’m a little lost about
The miracles that happen
And the disappearance of a little lost child
That made the transition a little worse.
Cars that made me do it
I’m a turning key
And missing ropes
That hung the missing hopes
There. There. And there.
Listen. It’s a mistake.
I’m a total slacker scumbag
That lost only hope
to the three missing types
and found a lord for informer.
I’m a midsummer night’s dream:
A nightmare in the middle of the road
If I even had a car, I would swerve
And turn into a clay heap
And miss it.
The lost love or loves lost
The missing child is the only one
That took her home that night-
that took her to the place we stayed
For a time that we remember
As a time of people comfort;
A little like the way we front
and found the middle child;
Found the middle child’s home.

Freaking Sunday. Don’t has
Is the torture
The plot.
I’m a famous mark,
A tourniquet plea.
Not a smartass. I’m a smart ass.
I am a missing link in a puzzle
that I used to put other peoples pieces in.
Furnish me. Fully furnish me.
I just wanted something else.