called to make sure you were okay said all the things that were built up that none of this matters just as long as we had each other, the conversation felt great, just wish i had the courage to dial the numbers
Tag: Poem
chanting your name;
i can hear your heartbeat roars like an engine your joy revs up louder then fans on opening night louder then the game from the television, you look good, happy
four minute mile
sweet defeat the seals on my lips taken the identity we crafted in trusted hands i release, you. on record going the extra foot rolling in those exclusive feats to run empty on bare feet running a wild rampage a breath on weary feet it's okay, to let another finish this bloody lap
car insurance;
i never wanted this but here we are dealing and wheeling down the highway going seventy with a broken mirror tears in our eyes a brick for a brake glue on the wheel a dollar for safety
missing in a city of two hundred and forty-nine people
sobered up; didn't like what i saw blood stained lips black soles rans wild like a love child with a black soul
tiny violin, tiny violet
i never wanted to leave kicking screaming dreaming i'll wake up alone sleep alone waiting for something maybe a scene from a film something wholehearted with an upbeat song at the end and come home alone
324 on the dot;
i remember what time it was when everything changed i remember, i remember it i remember it like it was yesterday i wonder what would be different i feel poorly for the soul that does he missed out on something great something unique something you'll always remember
beach vacation;
wanderer at heart; piper never paid laid on the bay for all to feast on an open buffet open everything not a line just left on a vine
waving plague
everything in my palms turn black arm circles turn the planet cold icicle tips sharpened by the endless night
roots
why do you like what you like was it rooted before you knew why do you believe everything in that book grasp firmly in your hands are those roots ready to be tugged on what is really in that food that you love so much are those questions you can ask answers you're ready for… Continue reading roots
Saint's Muse 