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I should have told you the truthNow, you will never love me again..As one loves a delicate dead leaf.
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Dangling a cigarette from the lipsLisp like I'm taking a tripThrough the milky wayAnd again up the mountainPushing dead weight like SisyphusLike Jesus..
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I believe you dropped something- I saw it fall,Out of your pocket at least a block ago...I didn't say anything,I just watched,As you walked quickly pa..
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I'm f*****g angry,SO f*****g angryMaybe, even, angry enough to write for a long timeAbout how angry I am.No, I am not one toGet f*****g angryAt people..
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8 in the morning, put my sneakers onI head through the doorI don't care about the way they lookAt me anymoreThe wind is blowing through the treesWhisp..
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Is it personal?Love does not have to be personalMaybe, I think, unsure of my footing,It is because you drink me likeRainIs taken inBy flowersOr becaus..
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Roses at the windowsillRaindrops now dew on the leaves on the forest floorYou said you wanted to take in my essenceAnd make it your ownIn a special wa..
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Unshapen formulas,Thought forms, dialectic tones,Flowing through a mind yet unfulfilled,What is the use of a cup half empty,That is not the purpose of..
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As I standUnder the streetlights,And look up at the blood moon,I wonder if you're looking up at the same stars...But I knowThat you're probably lookin..
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Rays of sunUsed to wake me upEvery morningIt was really kind ofAnnoyingTheir light wouldBurn my eyes,Show me the dust in the air...But,When it was col..
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