I will erupt into a surviving house inside myself.The city burns and suffocates, heads under their own scramble of heavy pretentious tar. Windows of curiosity on both sides.
Clarity will be found when our thundering voices vibrate off of the clouds we've made with self doubt. Tough toast is all he eats, shrinking and shedding till hes spent his veins in need,like flushing your troubles down overexerts the drains..
Hesitation keeps me safe from what I want and who wants me. Happen. Please; All the ironed on angst. a ripping jacket that always speaks for you on your perspective changing days. A matter of hours, a month, till you taste it in your elaborate dinner, that I'm done.
Eyes too loud when i glance at you, i want to write you a note in the strange shape of an impulse rip.Letters as full of ink as i am with facetious wine and the urgency of a woman afraid of time. " Ill remember your high dresses and piano finger class, We'll never speak but I admire you, your dark expressions, a stubborn reflection of us being one in heaven, listening to soul secrets and speaking a language with the color of our eyes; ill dip my brush in and paint you like the sun does the sky.
Boxes empty with words full on the front, like you your ego is fearful of not being filled, ill confront.
Impulse control issues, Flux is from the inside. Flex is to bend as a whole. Red black ink,cat on your pillow, stringing the laundry out before its clean. threading a needle with fibers that wont match but will stay longer than you have the free purse, each persistent rain drop, one more reason to open wide and take in more than you did the day before.
dirty ol' page. a brown as burnt Sage.
she keeps her space clear, giving you her only seat, keeps your head sane when she stands near.. the music you play when the worlds at work. The same songs he played to make your heart sore. Ears are poor, eyes afloat and the rich white envelopes, you send yourself to a burning shore. Mild caffeine, the cooks shouldn't have to clean. Some women eat only what they need, a buffet of moods, skip over the one's that fill you completely; keep it light and billowing as this snow, you kick with heavy feet.
"And all the girl's scream violence! Violence!" Just as long as sex came before.
I've synchronized a sloo of decadent ladies to make a song of laughter, a brand new way of doing what we all dive in to do. swim next to you. To and fro with intention.
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