Empty Wine Glasses

Silence of me

 

 

A feeling of resistance

Constant thought

I hope she hears my day time prayers

My absence is well minded

My emptiness is welcomed

A fine line between worry and thought

I seem to be barely be keeping balance

Revel I do in quiet thinking

A weekend of instant gratification clears my anxiety for now

I feel my ghostly limb

Sorrow fills my glass

Waking up by myself is blissful

Piano keys play my tale

A dark time for our young hero

A violin maker on the corner of Rue Elzevir struggles to manage all my thoughts

A cold street lamp dim as her intentions

Accepting every rain drop helped my demons rest

F*****g her

Bored

It's my fault

It's my words

Her glances

Her fists clenching my pillows

I keep imaging the girl I love

I keep imagining her moans

I am too afraid to die to kill myself

Dairy not my ally

An Australian prostitute justifies life

A farce.

A bad scene.

Apparently JQ was a standard

Another blond

A dime a dozen

Homogeneous Hollywood cocaine culture kids

Scientology looms over true intentions

Money made in the worst way invested into buildings souls

Quiet girls are the worst kind

Ashes to ashes

Lush to lush

Wind at my feet

Wake me up when this is over

I too just want to sleep

Far away my flinstone vitamins existed for a time

Lost is never

When your love is somewhere

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[Emily B]

There's something about that voice, extraordinary, passionate work.