Another day, you are not mine. But yet another that you are in my headLike a brain cell. I think of you Don't ask me why I think of you And I just cry. I wonder if the the shower remembers How well we fit within it's walls How well we fit within it all. [...]
Bits.
Wow.NowYou bow?Shit,Really hitBitsI cannot get back.But youWanted us to be throughToo.Cause you fought forYourWhoresAnd you bought them forMoreThan I must have been worth.But these wordsAren't going to cut the chord On your boredWay of being;So this is me,Leaving.
Fin;
She was ripe fruit,So she hung herself;Like some brute,Who'd forgotten her wealth.
Recycled;
I recognize your reckless lies,Cause you can't look me in the eyes.Caught you, now you're criminalizedAnd what you tried to sell I couldn't buy-So you sighed, "oh well I guess I'll hideAway until you have no pride!Or maybe commit suicide,"Man, what the fuck is in your mind?Cause somethings always on your mind-But I found me [...]
Crisp.
NothingEver came from itNuttingTrees severed from itLike juttingLeavesOr somethingThat leavesBelievesIt isToo good for you.A crispHypocriteWho forgetsWhere they stem from.
Whitney.
Its destiny Destined to be Like dust in the breeze Or the birds and the bees. That's coming from me, The hideous beast; The drop in your beats The pearl in your beads So be with meCause like Whitney; I will always love you.
Picturesque
Picture thisA picturesquePuncture fest;Or at best,Four street lightsAnd an itch like lice;To slice-Then again, that couldn't suffice.No surprise could compare!No sunrise comes close to your stare!So spare meA sparingMoment.
Bodily interactions.
None of the men I've adoredBore the weight of all that I adornedA morning never cameWhere the gainMarried the loss.But boy, were they varied in glossSparkly, embossedUnaware of the costOf bodily interactions.Or actions;They act and thenWatch it all play out-
True for you.
Story booksAnd sorry looks;You saw me get my hooksAnd hopes set into you.Silly fablesAnd being fully ableTo bring more to the table,You mistook me for an option-Short storiesAnd half drank 40sI suppose you were never really for meBut for meYou were a sonnetWasn't a page I wrote without you on itLike blue bonnetsYou stained every [...]
Truest.
Hey, Big Green I'm feeling a bit lean-It's a mean, overwhelming truth; But I'd like to call a truce. You were the truest at your bluest,And I figured I could use it To my advantage Instead, I left bandaged-Aged by the landslide I'd always eyed,But would've died and deniedTo you that I Could see it [...]
