Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
