I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…
The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…
In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…