I am the teabag you so crave,
my brand appealing to your taste buds...
It plays me like an easy tune.
It breaks me down in structures of chords...
Let me tell you something thats for the birds
a useless silent letter attached to my words...
Silent Hearts
The flower bloomed, inside a heart...
They sit behind me, whispering
with tones meant for morbid scenes...
Silence is golden,
there is no need for words...
I love you more than I could
ever find the words to say...
Somewhere between home and I-65,
I found you...
The stillness of his calming
waterfall eyes, dew dropped...
I wish to unveil the metaphors
I construed in my head that'd reveal...
Hues of burgundy
lushly brushing the cheeks of...
Virgos are so full of pride they say,
so full charm they claim...