she's a good girl
in a pair of docs
still she doesn't know
what it means
to be a paradox
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
your voice is the wind
whispering stories
that cause a storm
in my head
we pass the time
i stare at the clock
i'd hate that you'd think
i stayed too long
but
i can't bring myself to leave this place
you are my home
is it alright if i
stay
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
mamas,
teach your boys
that shooting
is only for
stars.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
everyone has a fear of falling
from buildings
planes
and your lips
when they call me;
but we should be more like the winter snow
falling with the sole purpose
to create beauty
and to know
that my fear will keep you warm
in the coldest
darkest
times
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
hi
high
my head is in the sky
you,
and i,
and the stars,
are not alone
well
this almost feels like home.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
you took your paintbrush
and said
it was all too dark
a little love is all it needs
a little light is all it needs
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
come back and take what's yours.
you left your fingerprints on my skin.
i am you and nothing more.
but a restless night and a body thin.
i'm sure this wasn't in your plans.
i'd still need you when we're apart.
i am a sculpture created by your hands.
you were never good at art.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC