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Don't tell me your secrets.
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everything fits together, in the end?
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You would do this?
For an exaggerated kiss.
Hurt yourself, take a risk.
Pucker your lips, don't make a fist.
Either way, no one takes back
the bl..
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After so many years we kind of forced ourselves into believing it.
Sequencial heartbreaks all leading towards this sort of back-up plan.
'Awkward' i..
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Should you open to me any door
the hands and feet of my heart
would be freed from
the terminal burden of these shackles
I spent a turmoiled
lifet..
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I don't know whether
or not
I should
hope
that you wonder why
I stopped letting myself
feel
this
way
when
you
stopped letting yo..
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sacrifices for purposes.
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Under the blankets I hid myself,
shivering woman going mad in the bed,
when awakened by that hunger.
Third consecutive morning brought out
with th..
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In the bathtub, out on a limb of anxiety.
Woman in the room, in the soap, in the water,
in a cataclysmic thought process,
shrivelling and soaking i..
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If I take my happiness
and pour it into the ocean
to flow down the coast
to you
If I take my happiness
and wave it like a grand flag
from a fl..
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