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Bright
lights, of a stage perhaps,
Hands
in the silence slap,
It
was blue and it was dark,
And
sometimes I forget your remark,
I
l..
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This room still smells like baby powder,In the darkness your memory's louder.Trapped inside, tied and bound,Spin me, spin me, round and round.Choked m..
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And the dreams were always the same.The children, pressing down on the rusted peddles of their tricycles, trying so hard to go nowhere.The women, dipp..
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The Hamptons are dark at night,I was walking alone on
the beach,The waves were black,My cheeks were stained.Everything in your bedroom was wicker. On..
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Your words fall over me, around me,My entire body as I attempt to roam you.I'm melting away, degrading into nothing,You're waiting with hands out and ..
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Chanel number sixteenth, open windows and twisted breeze,
Your heat is my opium, feed me please.
Flash to foil, lips to straw,
Breathing you ..
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I put your wick
to my flame,
We were the
children of fermented grain.
Missing buttons
and side-swept hair,
I abandoned
myself in your sta..
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Weeks slurred to all three months,As we fed on rounded-edged blunts.Air-fives and dune rides with no goodbyes,It was then that I realized I could die...
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No daddy don't buy me a coloring book,Because I'm afraid instead of my pride I've swallowed a hook.Since a child tracing your dusty framed smile,Falli..
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The evening came and went,And I survived.The darkness fell over,But I rolled the stars away,I painted the morning,I made it through the night,And was ..
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