The hammock,
Swinging gently in the winter breeze...

Smiling constantly, but you don't know the truth.
The nerves and insecurity beneath this youth...

Words, like water.
Trickle down my fingernails...

My fingers are aching for the feel of some words,
Because in my mind unless if its art, the world is...

Everything's falling back into place;
Because finally everything's falling apart...

Red corolla, burnt bumper
And those fingers were calloused, but still they...

Light is pouring from your eyes like rays from the...
Am I touching you at all? Are you coming undone...

Bright eyes, such bright eyes.
And, your frown- it's a mere disguise...

(knock knock knock)
You opened the door without waiting for an invite...

You're crumbling through my fingertips, as sweet...
And my hushed whispers just seem to be fuel for...