With all my love for you emptiness wraps my heart in blue With all your love for me nothing changes because you are fr… Can I unchain my soul from this r…
When every day the turning sphere Advises below the trophosphere; I pen my thoughts with tools in mi… Soon enough we’re shown the tangle… ~C
Lust with me. Love with me. Dance with me. Cry with me. Feel pain you’ve never felt before…
Cascading thoughts drifting into k… Of disbelief given the circumstanc… Around which I dance and give to… Trying extemporaneously to divulge That which cannot be taken
LadyJade would never fade into th… She might pout, she might cry But the provocateur will never die… Laced into her satin dreams Are tattered holes in tattered sea…
I’m late. For a very important da… But I’ve lost my hat My cat My way I’d stay but I simply can’t.
Tendencies, tendencies where do yo… Tendencies, tendencies who woulda… flying through the breeze like a c… santa-bound with his sack and his… sink it down and let it swirl arou…
Surrounded by the light, so she ca… Could not help but stare with my c… The rapid pounding of a lost heart… Soon to find the path with an eage… Gentle and understanding, so I wa…
I want this to begin, feel your wa… My body aches and gets the shakes At your touch that melts me so muc… My mind quivers and it sends shive… Up and down my spine knowing you a…
In my life so far, I have kept a… I feel like this mystery is becomi… To some it may not be a mystery at… This mystery is my soul. Is it the lock to my whole being.
Uncontrolled, unparalleled, unstoppable, unfuckingbelievable. The child became a man before the man became a child. Has it ever been lost on those of us chirping loudest That we rely on...
The journey of life continues down… Sometimes smooth, sometimes rough,… I have traveled down the road for… It is apparent that the road I am… Not a wall, but a fence which I c…
Flying floating free forming free floating Forming freely
Whereupon the words oft spoken Love, torment, grief. Tis better, it has been said, To be tormented instead By an endless winter of grief
His wrath well worn and all too known; His peace well torn as we held His scorn. His effervescent attitudes
