...unfinished
All these buttons that I keep in… from every story that left a scar. Sewn to this sweater, stitch by st… It touches my skin, I begin to it… Tear it apart, life lingers on a t…
Sometimes a need to share, Means something more. Reassured, as you lay on the floor. Beckon for them,
I can choose the way to get by I sigh, take a breath in. it’s not air, but it’s there, in m… it’s calming, sets aside my fears. disappears when the flame dies out…
Today is just another day, Until the day we step away, from y… Cursed to this present fade, or fi… Questions, without answers keep.… And gone are pas and pirouettes, t…
A vicarious verve, A sweet and bitter reserve An exhibition of life. I can only observe. A means to construe,
Mumbles all in all seem lonely. Afraid to speak to someone slowly. But imagine I knew what you think… Even when what we think isn’t real… I prove to myself that people aren…
Sacrifice the days that gave me so… To sabotage my life, I shatter my… What’s it teach us, when we let go… I close my eyes to the good, I take my paper heart and fold.
Creaks speak fluent memory through… drifting away after hurried speech… Into whispers that hold no weight… “I am here” My ignorance shall never comprehen…
Everytime I stand in the middle o… When you want something most, you… The bruise is bigger than the pain… It sits outside and the pain subsi… It reminds you, binds you, sticks…
The paper has no purpose With pen against the page against… Words are still in this dammed up… Choke you fool on hope. An indent, a crater from the press…
Couldn’t help but notice the sudde… The sound of whispered worries, su… Create a brand new victim brand th… Make it look a little like you wer… You cry and cry your alibis, force…
Clapping fades, fists pound on the table, Yet am I really able to forgive the unforgiven. An allocation of youth, the truth,…
I’ve been searching for an answer, In a library, full of empty books. Maybe life is just a dancer, Nonsense if you listen, better jus… Useless interpretations,
the water bubbles, and toils in it… Too long for safety, too long for… teaming with visions of perfection… of which, the word itself cannot p… of this the tongue will never tast…
In your feet, get off your seat and into the rain. You get something green, and it fades to grey in 7 days. It was never yours, the water pours out of the glass and flows the way it go...
