the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
feeling threatened by the trees with their icy glares, reaching as if i am the flower and it the gatherer, some call them, others write notes and send them i…
it don’t take long for a yo-yo to… like me up and down all in the sam… how could it be, where does to it… the steel beams inside are like je… the stead fast feet slipping all a…
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
the goose bumps resonating essence leaking out as emotions
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst
i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver