i see you in my dreams that's why i sleep all the time, it's like you never left
Tag: Lovers
living at home
i don't remember the last time i took a breath of fresh air
category five;
thought i'd seen it all haven't seen anything until i saw you you broke all the rules if there ever were just loose guidelines story of my life loose and never rooted for the hurricane
traveling lover;
everyone is supposed to leave i know that nothing more than a walking gas station, a luggage and a few parking tickets- and they'll be on their way
surrounding fear
hear the voices climbing in through the door under the pile of books only you know where that door is; you love to take control drive around the block a few times be spiteful as you give the keys back & back out the trap door, i worry the day you never turn the controls… Continue reading surrounding fear
waved sunday
i think about you when the walls are drawn up everything colored inside except us i think about your love on sunday morning in a hoodie and sweats ready for a marathon i think about tomorrow the what if and what not as long as the what if is you
off course
everything is diluted run through a steel strainer run dry pillow talk is the only talk ran it's course off roadin'
scrapyard
you changed a lot- all for the better just not sure who's all in an attempt to be better just not sure, better than who, i hope you sit down a write this out before all that is left is a scrapyard of mixed dreams false identities wrapped in a fleece blanket, each step was… Continue reading scrapyard
out for the count
fight about me i'll sit ring side run play by play get mine while you lose yours, didn't wanna be the one but i'm the one an it stressin' you out want me to take you out tell me i'm the one an you hate it- only stay one night three nights later we've seen… Continue reading out for the count
wallowing in the dry;
living for a challenge set the difficulty early left in a gutter waiting for rain, like waiting for a god to remember what they left here wallowing in the dry crying for remembrance at your temple of worship not to be left here to die, you'll get back to me probably not, but that's what… Continue reading wallowing in the dry;
Saint's Muse 