"Things haven't been the same."
Years of dead flowers,
Of looking away,
Of tear stained pillows
Yearning living may
Just be the death of me
I could see if she let me
You could be if you let you
Let me down easy
Let me down slowly
I'd watch you go
Just to imagine you
Coming

Back

Weaponized Body Corded Steel Peaking Through Porcelain
Against The Grain Against The Wind Cold One This Is It Hold
On Fighting Through The Stream Of Life Strife Brother Can You
Hold It Alone Alone Alone Alone

On The Cusp *******

I wait
In the lilies for you.
Counting every breath
And every petal
That falls.
Finding something that solves
These wolves you face.

Whiskey and lace
Placed careful in my life.
Stray hair. A knife.
A long night saying no
And.
If you know what's best,
You'll just run. You'll just go.