survival of the fittestis a phrase they always useand while it's true i survivedi am battle-scarredbrokendogeared, tireda crumpled velveteen kittenwho..
she ekes at my psychetrailing icy fingerprintsthrough the hallways of my heart,while whispering the truths that hurt -the ones i know betterthan to ac..
soft words are not your wontthough i've always knownthe meanings that liebetweenthe blinkof an eyelashandthe flick of a smileyou telegraph your feelin..
a drink, a drop, a dramof a wish you tastedso long agoit should hardly be rememberedbut you know the feelingof the honeysuckleas it coated your lipsju..
snarlyvoiced dreamingofwant and of wisheshaunting the misstepsbrought about bya thousand well-wept dreamsyou delineate the forms of my beingwith one s..