Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...
When you learn the truth
you would wonder why you did...
I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...
it clings to your skin,
woven through the wool...
with blue skies
the man slept...
You - you left me with a love
for a color I'd never seen before...
Do you remember?
When we were young we both...
a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...
I’m striving to
Be a Phoenix...
I'm not a murderer, I
swear. The buzzing was...
your melodic words
circle my heart...
A grove of your name
had carpeted my way...