I’ll paint this tin can and tie a little string Hang it on the receiver and I’ll be ready
That was real bare on the bathroom floor These shelves Dis shelved Deceit
silent beneath heavy kisses I sometimes wonder,
remember me, pencil and paper? we used to be the best of friends
I wonder if I’ll ever have the Pleasure of waking up next to him or listening to his heart beat
July moon and everyone went a little crazy drug crave sex craze
subtle attempts at satisfying loud desires maddening silence but trust
I love my hands the most wrapped i… collective strands of her hair her body is so slender,
Drug eyes I look in the mirror I’m hazy with slanted eyes
I’m searching for my heart is it lurking under the floor boards Has it sunken far, far away from me
I could drink you up. Word after word that delicately fall from your lips onto my ear.
you’re the colors in my heart The brilliant shades of orange and yellow
There are two lovers on the couch I sit behind. Their faces just inches apart, holding one another with endless tears and muted words. I feel the fear and uncertainty in the energy they...
Get into your book And I’ll write about you in mine words to a sentence, a muse to an artist You are ever
with the simple fact that she’s asleep on my arm.