" just don't want to ever stop looking at this wall. " Don't JUST look then; turn away and make your new face.
Going to record these atrocities for those with nightlife animosity.
I'm going to also forgive myself. Now.
By burning bridges, after being the last to ever cross. once over again.
Love. The word so love able. A discretion awakened by the touch of a one linked by vibration only felt by a two. Three is a communion awakened by a lone sleeping flower who snuck into your nose.
Devour for there is no color but one, the solitude of another in the morning a pleasant intrusion by black coffee on the day made by your mother.
On through, to the next bare faced beauty.
WHY. the question countered for the only one who has the answers, its real when its fuzzy. The only lens that makes it all so ugly.
Toxic girl. Sits next to a world. Tangled in her straightened curls. It may be narcissistic the way her own life has missed her.
Being. Torn. Being wick lit worn. By a town that refuses to resonate a sonorous soul, fish not falling for bait, a levee soon to break the binding of a book.
Eyes crossed to focus a wild look.ing glass. at the tip of her toes she may dance on the petals of a rose with no intent to land.
A culture in which shes only the aunt,a sister of the spinsters.
Every statement a comma will enter to embellish the next idea of man.
Stanza trance, liquid tainted prance, you didn't go to the show, instead out the window into yours i'll do all but glance. You talk to yourself like you know-a fondness of the crossed armed kid sitting on the imaginary bench just waiting for himself. Herself, and the end of Self. for the reason of not having any reason. She grins. Emasculated tango a dominant creature took my hand and asked for his own.
8* solid sides and by the time you're inside all that's cold and restless subsides.
A wanderation of new the light hits you, a punch you never threw a glass wont pursue the blues. A stash of rocks lifts into the sky what makes up a you.
** "Ready to shake branches hard, so leaves may fall where they may. "and its June,
"who wants to watch the way sunbeams flicker on the leaves veins as their little heart leave brains for calmer pastures. Making new soil for something more worth the sun they drank in last life."
I know your safe not by what is following you.
A shadow unafraid by the way it lights you.
tattered road.
Where ever you go a love seat awaits you.
Long love the bones that grew not as strong but as long and broad we will trod on. Sand and dirt blending black and blue. Bruised and obliterated. I tap these words entering them like a needle in need of thread that seams the choice, the strings that weave a voice.
A knowledge that makes wisdom moist with happy tears. Not a fear. No red spills to wipe from your dearest near.
** "Thank you for not pretending. I'm going to walk outside and feel the moon now." says the wind,
Tend to the steam that suns sets on your centered house of bent beams. Trivial travels.
Country lad and his stubborn bull battles of head and saddle.
When cowboys spit, its the mist of a city.
Ants eat when they aren't hungry. Eat only that which makes your communication rejoice:In life and its predetermining choice.
A piece of all hearts to make up this skipped a beat country.
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