the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
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
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
