i remember very little; i loved the way you carried my memories - but after a while i guess you got tired.
Tag: Lovers
Any Shape You Take
now that the baby is gone; i saw your true colors, & it's not what i wanted
Promises
your hand reached for mine; fingers danced like petals on a breezy day up my arm down my forearm it's all part of your charm.
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it's not that i don't trust you i don't trust myself to see you for what you do not for what you say; every lie is a dime out of my pocket & out of ten- i came up short to pay for the next.
strawberries
it's the sour first bite that leaves your bottom lip split between another or something new- to tiffany blue's sweet red wine's hands deep sinking beneath another;
red plastic cups
you lead me on like a laser to a cat i follow into light screaming choir or a darkened pit of nothing; i'll be you're play thing
flower garden
i remember the day you sprouted out of my garden a little daisy quiet and free petals like fire reaching into the sky a merry bud
molly
molly, we've met before; i know you don't remember it was a wild night- but i think about you the gated fence the old school diner & the watching naruto until midnight. molly, i'd like to visit again, maybe on a weekend i have off or at the next festival just for a few hours
third arc
i think it's the butterflies the ones in springs & the ones in my tummy when i fall hundred feet from the sky into your lap; eyes rollback when i have your body back
wraith
you had a chance to portal back be a liberator now you're a vengance seeker with a missing eye
Saint's Muse 