Blouse - "Capote"

Ive given alot, you've taken the most

Climbed out of love and into lunacy.
Falling onto pillows he spoons so clueless windows open eyes are for closing.
Summer is close if we want it to be. for it is how we are made. into lunacy. a song
Your nostalgia safely pinned, straight to the point, to nothing ripped.
 Only thirst for a sip of you. on this street I'm so forlorn. I love you like a shirt that will never be torn.
 I don't talk about the inevitable these days because it would change everything I am right now. that'd be completely okay.
I'd want to lose you to your own room some nights, so we can lose ourselves to life instead of love. rich is so many different ways.
 You took the rain from my drop.
 the hot air from my laughter.
the cheese from my cracker
 the socks off my tip toe'd feet
 the glow from my light bulb 
the numb from my nyquill
 the pain from my relationships
 the hesitation from my fingertips and the impatiences from my doubting lips. 
the ground to my floor
you covered every window and dug to the bottom of each and every pore.

jan13'

"i notice sometimes, you go some where, you leave me with yourself, i wouldn't dare"

Intention.
Resolution is no tension between anyone.
We've had days of own own. me and you. we have days. keeping us awake, moving to and fro, up and up, heavier are our bones.
You're falling out of his arms. still.
I understand your voice, your words not of quality choice.
Just for fun, wait till the last moment,
then run.
Inside every demon is a tormented mix of innocence and susceptibility.
Your choice. to be empty inside. My choice, to take Grace by her porcelain hand, and glide.
Witches scare the life into you, by making it all so intolerable, that there's no other direction but up into the bright.
If the stars sung to you, the sky's colorful lips would open wide with no hesitation, nothing to hide. To be heard around this circle from all sides.
 Get out with the day its the first of not too many.
Dorothy's shopping trip has given me brand new insight. a chance to reassess my entire life.
 A rain drop in the ocean of time, evaporated. Lost forever. We're still sliding down the slide and tomorrow has begun. I lost seven pounds waiting for her. Dayum.
Trust yourself tonight. Love yourself in moments of un and on.
There is no more 'just' anything. We lay on the sheet less bed, nothing really is enough.

Drinkin' sugar soup, I see where you hide, but I wont snoop.
Watchin birds swoop and swallow the day with a keep-on-chuggin' pace.
The sunrise well enjoyed, after the dark cold, naturally full is the void.
Open your eyes
 each day you have a choice.
Cutting dimes in half so that wind can blow away the capital chimes.. into a foreign song you seemed to have known all along.
 iF you  find something hard to put into words, think of all the things of weight and elaborate mass you can fit into just one word.
if you find you can put these hard things into the swift world outside the awaiting page.
onto a stage delighted and well made.
you're dancing in a fountain separate from this fiending sea of who could be. might still be green, you're existence keen.

The world has given me a day on my own. And what I'm giving it is still unknown.
Stopped in my tracks.
 Pressed to express, like leaves keeping there color between pages.
I'll walk until i can see beyond cold glass eyes. into luke warm widows so I wont crack with the setting sky.
exclusive and involuntary style, curious, we stay under sheets melted by Christmas lights.