my hands are frostbittenmy heart is not riddenof long past winter weeksfrom a drip to a drizzlei cried out iciclessome still frozen to my cheeksflower..
so i gave one final try to be a drop in the pondbut i'm much too dry to be poured uponno ripples of change, no washing baptismnever again will i cry, ..
i'm so lust-sick when cameras click to capture her perfected shapemy own lips licked, i fell in quick into allure i can't escapea body like bricks, a ..
drift in, drift out, give in without a fightopen arms closed when hoping starts to end in sightshort term memories, stored blurred sensory, perception..
compare thee to a summer's daythat warms my fraying heartcompare thee in a hundred waysbut i'm just playing the partof a shakespeare with a lover's ph..
he took a break in the springfrom the movie-making sceneand the skin shallow lackluster glamourmoochers and two-timersrich none-can-do-finersparading ..
we think it a wise investmentfor the future to stay in the presentyou should be more practicalnot so concerned with things magicalyou should make some..
what sad sound has reached my ears?a straining voice to resurrect guilthonesty declared with no shames or fearsa bleeding heart dried as i begin to wi..
i'm concerned that the last villagers of my conscience have finally fledand my life's work will culminate, personified by a button shining redi'm not ..