something new with an old twist breaking habits is harder then pulling teeth
Tag: Connection
standing river
just missing, this; the solace of my bed the warmth of your perfume carries me to treetops east of here a better place, i've seen it in cotton sheets but never with brown eyes hold- me
monkey king; all blue
i want the whole world- you can't have it you're over reachin' don't bother tryin'- i want it all- stop sleepin' always dreamin' this life isn't for you boy give up dreamin'- this world is mine, all mine- in for a bruisin' crusin' on empty streets boy just lose it the streets are callin' come… Continue reading monkey king; all blue
left, right left
always late the face wandering home left right left head down whip at the sound of a screech a slow turn back left right left nothing new still the same piece of trash that they left last week left right left she didn't show up candle wax spills over double chocolate sweet sixteen.
the kid
changed her favorite song never heard the end of it she hummed it the whole way home it was her pursuit to happiness
forgotten one – or – the last chance – mm maybe the secret kiss
i've seen this film before the title is new the cast is slightly tweaked brought in a new female lead comedy relief rotates out setting vibrant and quiet never a sequel, waits for the paycheck and hits the road just the same genre same ending
thursday night disco,
it wasn't better just not worse grey matter transit hearse, parked outside my bedroom window driver smoking a spirit late for the disco our final pierrot; you were always taking pictures body reads like braille just not how pictured white veil for sale
sedated
poison breath days gone by melting love daily dose hate when we curse at each otha' (hey) sedated with dancing gods filled with love passion forth just to sit and lie to each other (eh)
campfire;
i found you, actually you found me wounded on one knee singing the hook of live free, you make fun of my hair i loved your passing trains stories about your loved ones i still do i always will here we are still telling stories
cut
i didn't believe so you left, your dreams were to big for my eyes floating to a planet that i didn't know existed, i see you on tv from time to time talking about your rhymes in your prime how you dropped bedtime for a dime, i remember those times, you'd like me more now… Continue reading cut
Saint's Muse 