Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
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.
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.
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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…
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
