Some time's my heart is made of stone
and some days blood drips down it like
a rose petal falls off it's stems in the
middle of a hot summer night.

I get days where i'm filled with
anger, jealousy and then
grieve myself
within until the morning
seems....
Just for once, why isn't it me?

Is there a curse, lying beneath the earth,
or is it just me living alone in a life
where everyone seems to be free.

I try to be sentimental,
but you keep driving me mental.
Times of change, throughout day to day, see me when
your back again. When you're gone, I see hazes of
a greyish dew, like there's something else that took
over you.

Looking out the window,
I mask the houses through the horizon,
to see a vision so true, that can only be blue.
Bite the bullet, see me from dusk to dawn
Every day seems like another one
out the back of a shotgun.

🌻
SUNFLOWERS
GROW TO
CREATE A
GLOW
🌻
JUST THE WAY
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A SUNFLOWER
🌻
GROWING TALL
UNDER THE SUN
SUMMER'S HERE
AND YOU KEEP ME
SAFE AND WARM
🌻
KNOWING THAT ALL IS GOOD,
ALL IS FINE
AS LONG AS YOU HAVE
YOUR
SUNFLOWER TO
SHINE
🌻
FLOWERS BLOOM
BUT NONE LIKE
YOUR BRIGHT
SUNFLOWER
🌻

You pierce your lips to a warm
cigarette, glowing in the dark
under a fresh moonlight.

It's me and you here together
alone forever, the moments still.

For a moment I feel warmth of
your strong arms, caress my body
in a delightful way that no one else
could ever make me feel to stay

The smell of your smoke
makes me feel alive
when you're near me
to keep me
free

I woke up one day,
filled with fierce eyes.
Checked the time
&
didn't want
to get out-of-
bed.

Another hour
Another day,
Time flashes by
through hearts
dismay.

Planted
my feet on
the hard wood crevices
feeling my cold morning flesh
touch the floor
feeling
alive.

Glanced into the mirror
and here i' am again
a female beast
in disguise.

Tryin
to do my best
live day by day
to be treated like
an angry animal
through the
day

Breathing
&
living tired of the pain
I want to get away
somewhere far
far...far
away.

Sip
my cold drink
sometimes i may
not want to eat
so I slip my shoes on
and take a deeper breath
in then walk my way
out the front
door.

Seems
to me, the morning
is pretty quiet, with a fresh
dew and sunrise groom.
When I look around
there's no one in site
until the day goes by
and their back in
life.

Take
me away
from this ugly place
this is not my home
but a temporary warmth
filled with childhood memories
within good and bad
filling me in like
a hawk searching
for roadkill
in the distance
of a backroad
smothered in
a raw
delight.