paint it NEON!

give me a chance

to breathe life anew

In your eyes

clothes left behind

in an 

otherwise empty drawer

pink and soft

it would suit you well

the wicked

harlequin

that throws daggers

at my head

the hard left, about face, the a*s out hug, the we'll talk soon, I promise.

you think you can deal with the smiling faces

but baby you're just like arthritis

a dull ache to the end