word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
