walkin' round like your a king; a king you are a fucking king i remember when you first found that crown wearing it around like a fearless toddler; i don't know where that went- i found the crown i don't know where you went the best on your journey maybe will meet up again soon.
Tag: Love
gateway drug
i remember your first tantrum kicking and screaming it was just broccoli you'd resist but i think you knew there was worst in store
passing athena on the 57 north
one day; i'll wake up in a cloud of your perfume and never come back
butterfly stroke
i feel you like water between my fingers swimming inside you breath being held for hours this is my comfort place stroke in motion pool of clear water in the backyard you are home.
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey in my memories you taste like honey honey trust me i'll be your pot keep you safe in all of our haste everything we have faced never stopped to put them in their place it was all not a waste attached at the waist at your side i could never be… Continue reading winnie; mad man
mindin’ my own business
stressin' over pennies still in our twenties problems i got many i'm with you he got jenny we came through i got plenty yup ring on my piece everybody wanna lease never settlin' for peace hidin' in the crease still losing to the police
in house terror
the fear is just another reason to smile a little bigger dream a little higher and do something worthwhile; make a memory to ward off the fear even for a second to make this home a little less scary
white picket castle; pitchfork mob
i don't believe you like i used to words fall from heavy tongue braiding my hair with twisted fingers not like how you used to memory of our night carries me like a knight off to the kingdom sleeping without a thought of the fire outside
minutes
time no no the very second i didn't want to miss it but it's out of my control; take what is given accept that we are livin' the ones that are driven make the most of these hands one at a time
if you ask me, i’m ready
for the one in the back that never got their chance; keep fighting, the front is a mosh pit; dirty, violent and savagery your kind heart wasn't meant for this world waiting for your wings to grow an angel watching us from above
Saint's Muse 