I wake up
to love you

When my legs
fail the body I am tired of
Having a mind
                 Again silk wisps of a still scene of dream
                         I cannot yet bat the trajectory before I pause, where and when was that?

Where and when am I



Let me die

She cried In the sun as we sat on the
concrete lip of a family plot.
told me her regrets of returning God's gift.
Life would be so different.
I can never get it back, I'm so ungrateful.

The world underlies.

And we are sensitive people.

I like the little one.

They are ready so if someone
Comes down here, and says
they, I, well,
would like to see what youve got
I may be interested in them,
in buying some
I'd say, well, sure
so they can look, and see if there is anything they want to purchase.

And they may decide it's nothing they want,
maybe they don't have anything with them
I won't take that
and that's fine by me.
I like the little one.

We made sure t have them all be different
i said, what'S the point if they're the same
I have three metal ones
Can you, well, make sure they are
so nobody will knock them over
so someone can look at all of them and
they won't break.

I got those bells because I enjoy them.
I used to place them around the house so
people could enjoy them
they are in that so people come down here, They can see.

they meant something to me, but nobody else.
and that's fine.
well, if it means something to you, that matters
Yeah.

How far out of the loop
constitutes
Having fallen out of the group?...
And they hope you don't follow
Crawling shout I CAN'T COPE
With the laces in bows tying you to the roots
Tighter knots as kick pitiful aimlessness dilutes
We all know you come from your frantic disputes
Nobody believes when heat rises, it droops
But I do, and I do, and I do, and the loop

I always know I'm lonely
as is now.
I care none for arguing nostalgia is but a phantom;
I candidly hint generous,
retrospective tint arose
but born in hues of solitude
by thorns to dues that use what we lose to Make most of the points we include.

I can feel that they are red,
visual confirmation is hardly motivation
to close sore eyes to dread.

fully bearing nightmares
I dare not stare
straight back.