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ever have those days when nothing comes to mind...

ahh, summer storms...and a little love

He wears his heart on a leather belt around his waist Backwards he sits. He never stands with his back from the wall Else his belted secret h..

We were curled up in pieces in the cab of the truck. I traced windshield raindrops with my bare feet. Bit on my wrist and cried When you cracked ..

Sometimes I watch you when you're not aware. Just admiring the way you breathe. Watching your eyes resting. The way your lashes lay- A peacefu..

I'm thinking about... Butterflies- The kind that flutter Inside When you stand Behind me and slide your thumbs in my pockets, squeeze my hips..

a bit political

my head is heavy in gray barely bouyant above the rain of thoughts that deny and gravity cries softy why? won't you stay out of my mind..

about...regret

I am no good at keeping a straight face, or my laces straight. I am good at tripping over things untied and I am good at asking why I always lan..