This morning You
were thought number two
I opened my view
along with that picture of you
I'm weary, so I'm glad my thoughts are few
...but they're
complicated
An open door
asks if I'm thinking
I don't want to admit it; I
...want to
stop
So I close the door
On those beautiful chapters two
in hopes of gaining you
I realize now it was a grand hope too. Too
Much
to pray for.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
The whites and lace in that spring place
What once was done, desired to face
Milky innocence once bathed my lips
Now drowned in whiskey and water I sipped
Tie and tights tied
up in sighs and lies
Bred of wine and born of crime
All this' been done that's happened before
Again a mask of silence I swore
A shallow hole I want to cover
Instead I swallow and squander
I lie awake and wait
in sweat and regret I try to dry
in the sheets and heat, O to be clean
and free from friends and means
Scars built from secrets spilt
Shame wrapped in gauze and bandages fold
For this that's mine to bear:
What is done cannot be untold
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC