Your words are funnier but
With her they slide right out of your mouth...

Waking up to anticipation lingering in my bones
Hoping just to see you on the other side of a...

I still keep your flowers on the kitchen table
A reminder of what once was and no longer is...

Drunken blur and pastel skies
Faded in your silly lies...

In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...

The night was warm but the rain was cold
Your eyes the color of obsidian stone...

Please don’t judge my sexuality
‘Cause you’ve got no business there...

We’re no stranger to each other
But we stalk the walls of this party...

I haven’t seen the sun
My world is blanketed in dark clouds...

The word tattooed on my skin
A reminder of how naive I can be...

It’s okay. You don’t have to say another...
*another song of sorts, written in prose...

Always think of you
When I see their colorful...