last winter was the first time in a long time i felt genuine warmth
we all die once it's the second time we finally breathe
change on the way heart sized fitting room closed until further notice.
it's hard to look you in the eyes and tell you i failed when all i want to do is give you something to be proud of
can hear the singing two buildings over three stories up, she's cooking dinner she loves Otis Redding can see her shadow sometimes as she spins by; she saw me once waved and went about she had her hair up, maybe she was cleaning, i wish i was wearing a better shirt- next time
they begged for change and they got bills
future tense was your only sense so you payed twice the cents; the river in front of your feet was too close could only see trout in the stretch- bless these knees for that jump will be incredible to chance the ending before the wicked pending
transfused: bleeding finger tips over your tan washed drum kit dragging your worship like a rotting corpse. early on sundays to meet before wandering eyes can undress my wishful thinking;wishing and put her in wolf fur. i am sorry for missing our date not one to do that but i can't promise that it won't… Continue reading igor
trouble is they have been here on the street singing for a nickel 'this is art' blaming the system for paiting a red 'x' on the front of their backs
power to the nightmare calling Julie; she came with a Cape caught in a turbine and gone calling Julie; just a name i read in a book someone across the globe reading a book with the name Tyler.