we are the audience,in the bitter sun.and i cannot want you like this,when your every wordis laced with the toneof her.every, you knowthis is how she ..
take me to verona,in the heat of the summer sun.sticky pseudo-europeand the teenagers with their plastic cups.bearded buskerslending their continental..
what can i say?the hours are longthe pay - unsatisfactory.and when i go homethrow my bag on the floortake my face in my handsand try to crybecause nob..
noyouthful burnor impetuous tearsor a shynessneeding to touchand to learn.maybewe dug so deepthat i forgot how to feel.maybe loveis a calming peacemay..
what do you want me to say?that i just might need you.and i want to breakevery rule that i madewhen i was youngerand even thenknew about growing oldwi..
don't sayyou want me.when you never used to care.in the days of broken glassand vodka hysterics.popped all i could findinto my young moutheveryone i c..
i never had a problem beforewith my insides.i always felt my body was the hardest to love.now strangers can't help but touch...at my mindtheir eyes go..
my face in the mirror is wanton,bare scraps of paintbut a face that's love's imitatetwo red, red lipscheeks sans rougebut bearing the poppy's bloom.to..
saturday nightin a haze of cocktail couturei'm with the mod girls.their backsides outtrying to let us knowthey have feelingthey have soul.at the indie..