Call me a son of a ***** if you will
I'd even love to agree
But I can't
Because I have no mother
And never did
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
I aspired to be an explorer of the human mind
So I started with my own
Terra incognita, babe
Words of yours
The only ones I'm allowed to remember
I found you when I found problems hidden in the thickets of my mind
The ones I didn't realize were there and breeding
You were a graceful beast
Said you wanted to make artwork out of me
It's all broken now
My mind is a 'pretty' stardust archipelago
You deus ex machina, you
My problems are solved now
Because I can't feel me
But I also can't feel you
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Dear, you aren't empty-headed
Continue describing the firework shows you witness before slumber
Tell me more of your flowery dreams
And those dewdrop coffee-topped mornings I do so hate but you make me love
So, so much.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
It may be half-past-twelve
But I'm looking for more than a half-fuck
And shit-chat of pasts
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC