January 2011
2 posts
“To know how you feel about me….I listen to the things you don’t say”
The World
We are all guilty of it/the relentless thinking…
As if I took my rocks/chopped them with a fine blade/made meticulously straight lines on the cold steel and snorted you in…
You dance in my subconscious like a sprite on fairy dust in a mythical garden of wonder
Holding deep in your palms the answer to my ills
Your love hitches a ride on my blood cells/moves through my...
