I scribble in obscurity,
enthused by a passion...
This is not a great inferno,
It's the thing that starts the burn...
Stop using your
tongue to speak...
Body shaking ever so slightly
Blood rushing through the veins...
she said we need a revolution
and a red heart...
This rain falls on more than just my head. It
creeps and trickles...
Songs throwing me into memories
The night I danced & spun giddily upon the beach...
I began in hues of blue, from the lightest shade...
Within the midst I wore no shoes, bestow no note...
He thinks he thinks the way I think:
in that... one must be open minded...
It all starts when they say “It’s a girl”
They give you pink, give you glitter...
From a distance you can see the light
Shining above her head so bright...
i have your small hours in my favor
and as we pretend to be aloof...