It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,

We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,

She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,

To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.

There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,

You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,