(2014)
I’ll paint this tin can and tie a little string Hang it on the receiver and I’ll be ready
silent beneath heavy kisses I sometimes wonder,
with the simple fact that she’s asleep on my arm.
remember me, pencil and paper? we used to be the best of friends
Get into your book And I’ll write about you in mine words to a sentence, a muse to an artist You are ever
I’m searching for my heart is it lurking under the floor boards Has it sunken far, far away from me
take me away to our secret hide out where our hearts can heal and thoughts pour take me away
I could drink you up. Word after word that delicately fall from your lips onto my ear.
Drug eyes I look in the mirror I’m hazy with slanted eyes
July moon and everyone went a little crazy drug crave sex craze
I love my hands the most wrapped i… collective strands of her hair her body is so slender,
That was real bare on the bathroom floor These shelves Dis shelved Deceit
subtle attempts at satisfying loud desires maddening silence but trust
He is eluding me quiet in sigh
I wonder if I’ll ever have the Pleasure of waking up next to him or listening to his heart beat