The robust reality,
mundane hours slip...
I carry you around as
if you're an integral...
The song that no one knows
is one that's born from the...
I'll hold you like the stars
Hold the moon in space...
"Bide by the Moon,
follow Her glow..."...
In a world that's known for tit for tat,
where revenge is sweet, and I'll get your back...
As I stare into the sky,
all I see is twinkling angel eyes...
This is how my brain works
I pick up on a line, a word, an idea...
Sometimes, all we know
how to do as writers is...
The words are painted,
Carefully hidden...
She forms her index and middle fingers together,
As she cries for the disgust and hatred of her...
Sometimes I find myself pondering thoughts
that have no real aim...