Hey you there.
Hey you all there, but for right now
Hey you there.

I have so much to say, but the
Time & Ink are not on my side.
I Love You ! I Love You ! And what happened made me feel like crap.
I hated it.
But i Loved it, & now i always will.
I have so much to say but the Time & Ink aren't on my side.
I have the words to Explore, Shine upon, and Discover for an infinite length of time - But time has some evil in it.
I have the Time to write, Express and tell an amount of words so infinite - But it turns out Ink has some evil in it.
Oh how im stuck.
Im completely left alone in the unknown.
Im shocked.
You were the best, but now you're just your best.
Oh how much i miss you, but i think i miss the Heart-Break more.
I have so much Love to give, so update yourselves.
It's New News, and New Olds.
Im not the same old, same old - Im Differently New, Differently New.
My clocks big and little sticks go Time-Ink ! Time-Ink ! The scribbles of my pen go Time-Ink ! Time-Ink ! And i feel it so much the beat of my Heart goes Time-Ink ! Time-Ink !
I have something to say; But im gonna keep it to myself.
If your mind understood .. I'd **** you.
My soul is so sharp, and my words so precise - I'm glad you're a ****** !
Im glad people know their "own best".
Im just sorry peoples "own best" don't know their own best.
Time-Ink .. Time-Ink ..

Let me say this how my Time-Ink circumstance allows me to.
I don't want to make you jealous -
And i don't want to hurt your feelings.
I only want to hurt your thoughts.
Let me stab & tear stab & tear your thoughts with Time & Ink Time & Ink until you're confused.
Until you don't know if you know or do not know what you're doing.
Until you don't know if you're Free or if you're *******.
Help, Im Alive - My Heart Keeps Beating Like A Hammer.

Time & Ink, Time & Ink.
I have a few minutes and few scribbles left to say what i want to say.
Death will happen.
That's the ugliness of Time & Ink.
Is it worth expressing myself with this evil ?
Oh well im doing it anyways.
I swear i will break this pen !
And **** all time !
And disappoint their assumed knowledge of an expected time and amount with Death to their lives.
I love everything about you.
Even after all the Time & Ink ..
I have come to notice that i Hate only how you are society, and a product of society so typically biased..

But only because i know what you will do.

So To You There, Time & Ink.
To You All There, Time & Ink.
To Us .. "Time & Ink" And Love.

Man, that was bitter.
I've never felt a wind any thicker.
Every other time there was a small stone to break my step.
And a grimy engine to break the silence.
I was looking for quality time to explore.
Appreciation is what i adore.
I had just recovered from a hang over so all i really wanted to do was lay under.
The sun rays were beautiful but they seeped through my eyelashes. I made it all okay by raising my hand to the sky and getting in it's way.
Oh yeah, my orange juice didn't taste so good either.
Florida can only imagine California.
The only thing i had to help me was adventure.
Uncertainty of what i was doing.
I tried to keep my mind, but i couldn't picture anything at all.
There was a drawing on the floor, but the image was meaningless.
..Man, that was bitter.
Absolutely no taste. And i tried to talk, i tried to sing, yell, even whisper but the taste was all wrong.
When the gardens came i picked up a Tulip. The soil must have been bad 'cause the color was all gone.
The ants & the crickets weren't even doing any work. Their day must have been too long.
In the distance i saw the path i was on disappear. So i kept on walking.
In an even further distance, when i came to it, there were "No Enter" signs.
There wasn't any figuring my way around that one.
When i could have sworn only a few hours had gone by time was a trick as the big sun tucked away in the horizon.
Now it was night time but it wasn't as bad as i thought it was going to be considering the day time, although the moon was looking pretty concentrated..
I made the best of what it was.
On my return, i couldn't help but notice i came with the night.
My thoughts were not full and they came from unknown directions.

And oh man, was that bitter.

I need to catch a break from everything.
I need some rest, it's going to be good for me.
All the weight on my head needs to lose all those pounds.
I can't even go to sleep with all the concerns that i have.
Half the stress around me doesn't even belong to me.
I have hate towards these burdens that aren't involving me.
Take my running shoes off, stay barefoot.
Take a warm, but closer to the colder side-ish shower, then jump into bed.
Hibernate.
I don't want to see anyone for a while.
Im sick of too many things.
Im sick of people not being able to relate to me.
Im sick of the current.
And im sick of being sick.
One thousand curse words to daily negativity.
Break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar.
At this point, im too sleepy to see any other points.
I really feel like i need to write seven billion letters to all the nouns out there.
1 to the devil.
2,000 to all the disrespect going on.
442,000 to all the poverty in this world.
999,555,999 to all the worldly temptations that half of me wants to give into.
And six billion to all the people telling me i can't reach my dreams.
Chill out.
Something else that needs to stop is the lies. Im not diggin' the tall tales.
By the way it's unattractive how you only talk too much; it repulses me.
Makes me sleepy.

     I like to see the real me in my dreams. Where's my break ?
      A healthy rest is my escape.

Im bored, i can't think.
How long can i write if i don't think ?
How tall can i stand if i suddenly shrink ?
How many questions can i ask without seeing a shrink ?
  How many after come with a drink ?
Come with me.
And, at least we'll be alone.
That's just how i like it.
No distractions, i told you i can't think.
Enter the room where nothing happens.
But if you want it too, enter the room where everything happens.
It looks like im busy doing not so much.
Right from the start i should have listened to my hunch.
All there is left to do is mindless stunts.
Seems to me boredom seduced me.
Took me without notice, i suddenly lost focus.
I love the moment her flower turns lotus.
And the next thing you know my mind becomes pocus.
High as heck my feelings are but so is
my intentions but my attention is the lowest.
No coming back, my head is in too deep.
I want you to know, when i love, my love seeps.
Get ready.
Brace yourself, it's a long ride where we're heading.

I need soul.
I need things that make me stronger on my way so.
Im this, and I'm that.
But I'm only everything that i wish to be known as.
A love-a-holic.
A work-a-holic.
A write-a-holic.
I love to love, i love my hustle, & I'm hooked on phonics.
I'm on it; I'm soul-sonic..
Im addicted,
Though that doesn't mean I'm restricted.
My life is however i depict it.
I enjoy trying to figure the reasons of my interests very much.
I hope i don't like it because you do,
Or because you don't.
I love being under the influence of my confusion..
Im addicted to how and what i tell myself are the meanings of the things i do.
And since I'm a sinner, my body's addicted to the things i wouldn't want to do.
I have a need to see through you like a window's view.
But i need to deal with it somehow.
Oh well..
Im an i-couldn't-care-less addict.
I need it if it makes me feel the static.
You-can't-influence-me-at-all addict.
The drugs in my nerves make me feel ecstatic.
I've had it.
Now I'm going to have some more.
With a sense of what weight is,
Im always heavy into everything.
If you join me, we can exercise our senses,
If you're into that type of thing.
It's not in my DNA,
But it's in the bloodstream of my thoughts;
These habits flow.
I can't resist.
I can't let go.
I need it now.
I need the soul.
Catch me if you can,
Let me know if you don't.
Let me go if you won't.
I already know it's a can't.
There's no helping myself..
They tried to make me go to rehab,
I just said no three times.
Who knows what their goal is..
I only know rhymes.


                                                                                         HOLIC.

God,
I ask you:

To bless my love and the love of my family..
Bless my fathers eyes,
to see the good.
Good like in your word.
His mind,
to know the good.
My mothers strength,
to always stay enduring.
Her heart,
to compliment and support my fathers love,
so together,
they can love good.
My eldest brothers perspective,
to think good, consider good,
and rid the bad.
His habits,
to become good,
and to compliment new initiative in his life.
Bless my second eldest brother's focus,
to be a constant,
and good progress.
His words,
to have strong,
good legs.
My sisters priorities,
to have discipline in their order.
Her attitude,
to be sweet,
and good.
Bless my application,
to be precise and timely,
in goodness.
My fight,
to be with you..
and good.
Us siblings,
to be wise with our parents..
All of our lives, for as a whole family,
to live good.
Bless each and every one of our souls,
to soul good.
For you,
God,
are true beauty.

..And true beauty,
is on the inside.. Amen

I feel the dirt,
and it's not as easy as washing it off to get rid of it.
It's been piling for years
up, in, and around me.
It's in my nails,
and I feel it pumping in my blood.
But worst of all,
I hear it in love.
It makes my attention weary.
And as I'm in the midst of it's dirtiness,
all I can think of is how I can put more strength into asking God how do get rid of it..
'cause I can't stop it.
But I won't stop trying,
it's not worth another option.
I'm no super hero,
so who believes dirt doesn't shine ?
Because i can see,
That It's glaring in your eyes.
Memories don't live like people do.
So just like that,
the ocean lives in my living room.
I sure hope I can fall into it while I throw myself around.
.. At least to cool off.
And why deal with the problems,
when you could just deal with the symptoms right ?
Throw it to the back of my conscious for the time being ?
I hate having to do that.
I hate living with dirt.
It's like a secret, mostly.
We talk about it cautious.
I think of it, grossly.
Even though it hangs, closely.
When it is in mood,
you'll hear it.
Somewhat ghostly.
This has got me shaking my head a lot.
Crap out of luck.
Like some average Joe smuck.
Like I can buy it.
But I'm crap out of a buck.
Life is a storm,
It won't miss me if I duck.
It tempts my strength to soften over time;
i just won't have that on my watch.
Dirt belongs only in certain places,
on the footprints of your guilty traces & in the past of professional escapists.
Usually on the end of a pick.
Life is a garden I hope you can dig.

Joe Dirt said we just gotta keep on,
keepin' on.

I need More Material
And more imagination.
I need more resources
And more exaggeration.
I need More Material
'Cause it's always about More Material.
My heart needs a new mind
And my mind needs a new heart.
I need one more eye, for each side of my one face.
I need one more gun, for my one right hand, which i need one more of -
And one more left hand, for one more Bible..
Which i need more of.
I need one more soul, one more gut, look, tongue, and one more voice
.. to get this through to you.
Or maybe just one more pen..
I need a little more strength, but a lot more endurance.
I could use one more sense to make it seven.
All my faith is in the Heavens.
I need one more girl, in one more lifetime, 'cause life is just too short.
I just need more of one girl.
I need one more world, Im already tired of this one.
I need one more hour of sleep and I'll be living my dream.
Your persistence was not for nothing, Martin Luther King.
I need one more event to make me feel once more.
One more thing to hold on to before the tears come flying out of my eyes.
One more map to try and find the head that i've lost.
One more reason to go to war.
I need to find a lucky penny, and then one more for you.



I just know that one more is always better. So i ask for More Material.

I use my brains, i imagine.
Express my passion, in a heavily fashion.
Wonder 9 times. Just let me think, i have ideas.
I dwell on the subjects of life, and i love to tell my side of the story,
inside of the story.
I make lines in space, and i leave ‘em there.
If you don’t see them.. blink.
Double think.
People think with their mind, but i think with my pen.
Heart is the treasure of my chest.
The fat struggles i have make results, so my feet are to balance.
Heal my legs.
Jesus Walks.
Night time, if i sleep, is another way my eyes rejuvenate.
In the kitchen i just keep making, but you can’t dream what im cooking.
Various pace. I said it all with my face.
Hello..
Stay mello.
You’re keeping yourself in God’s theater; made of liquid velcrow.
When i write, it takes me to reality, but i travel through fiction.
Visuals of a railroad in invisible trains of thought.
All love.
It’s the only time my soul appears, trees with secrets and fears.
Experience is energy, i transfer it so readily.
Tick for tock, im patient so steadily.
Words i engrave in the air.

It’s never my hands.

Love is time.
And for a small time in long life i lay in bed with you.
After making wonderful love, i started having feelings again.
Feelings that i haven't known or imagined in a good time.
I know the only reason that happened is because i set into play some scenarios in my head.
I have to be more careful.
But it was kinda strong, the potential of it.
From this i knew i would be good.. it just wasn't necessary.
I don't recall or even remember if i knew if it was to explore or because it was sincere
but i liked it and it was true.
Just by holding you, at least in the moment,  i wanted to make you mine.
But i know different, and i know that you aren't mine.
It can't happen.
My mind does not agree, i use my head, and i don't care about my feelings because,
emotions are suicidal.
I don't like just to like.
.. You will never know that i, almost loved you.
Don't get it wrong. It's not for any other reason.. I really don't want you to know.
And i wouldn't want us to happen.
If that small moment lasted forever, my love would have been.
It's important though, to know that this will most likely never happen again.
That means you were one girl that had my love for one small moment.
No more will come.. there are specific reasons.
I was ready to give it all.
That love or almost love i had for you still exists somewhere in that air. In that same moment.
That forever stuck time.
I was ready to lose it all.
Even though i knew it wouldn't happen like i already explained before, i felt like i wanted nothing else but to stay with you. And it made me want you more.
Our bodies felt so warm and yours great while holding it tight against mine.
One moment is stronger than can be imagined.
There was something selfish about the air we shared; it was only for us.
Not to mention how healthy it was; it was truly robust.

  I love you in that moment, but you will never know.

The night needs to keep running,
And i hope it never gets tired.
On & on, on, on.
There's no promise of the next day,
Next day was never gone.
Midnight hour struck. Im into the two passed that.
1, 2, 3, & 4 in the morning are to start over.
Im not going back.
Add i didn't see the path to Sunday, i just kept on moving forward.
In between the undulating hours of Saturday and Sunday i plan to live.
Time took it's toll but a bigger taker told me to take my toll back.
..Endless. Im a **** to the time tickers temptress.
I won't forget my past, everything else..
But please come visit me soon ?
I need to stay here;
And memories don't live like people do.


Travel & Travel. Different locations are in different times.

I met an old man a long time ago.
He came to me today, he told me a few things - he reminded me of a few things i had done.
He knew my whole life, his words told it all.
.. He knew of the time i was so angry i killed a man.
It hurt.
I also kept the dead mans money.
It only made me feel better.
One night i went out and did everything i possibly could to disobey my parents.
.. I didn't care.
Someone tell me why those kids made me feel like i was superior !
They don't know what i know.. but time passed on.
The time passed so much it was night again.
This time i really couldn't help myself.
Who could with so much alcohol and such a sensual woman ?
I ****** her that night. And it hurt soo good.
Before the old man could say anything else, Bang ! and a puddle of tears leaked.
I didn't enjoy watching my neighbor suffer, but it was getting to me that he had everything better.
Plus i take more food then i always should, and every seven times i throw away what i can't finish.
Bang ! and a puddle of tears leaked.
I made fun of an innocent girl in public, Bang ! and a puddle of tears leaked.
I stole a nice car in some random neighborhood, Bang !
I started a tragic rumor i know i shouldn't have, Bang !
I started thinking things i shouldn't be thinking, Bang !
and 3 puddles of tears leaked.
He wasn't going to stop.. So i made him.


  For everytime the old man spoke to me, the drummer hit harder; 'till one day he couldn't anymore, Bang ! and a puddle of sound leaked.

Have you ever seen the pockets ?
My thoughts sit inside my sockets.
I only see when i feel.
Only, feel is as heavy as steel.
So when i walk i put my hands inside them.
Pen searching the sky's.
For something deep.
Patience makes man wise.
So does defeat.

I see them all the time.
Its just Pockets full of nothing.
Every now and then its just Pockets full of money.
Full of fear, envy, and sloth, so they never see it sunny.
Pockets full of red-handed people i see you running.
Keep reaching, keep reaching, now it's hard to find it.
So used to throwing your trash in there, never never mind it.
Set yourself unconscious, welcome to the blinded.

Pockets used for hiding.
Take cover from the lightning.
Big pupil needs tightening.
Why is it important for us to have these ?
I want my surroundings to be a product of me, that's why i pick 'em good.
Mine capture your focus and entitle your attention.
I use my pockets wisely, hence the quantity of tactic.
Pockets full of holes. I've seen Pockets full of acid.
I keep notes to myself in there. Reminders and prayers.
Usually it's secrets and worldly thrills that make the pairs.

Stick my hand down in deep to grab and ****** whatever is left in their.
Other peoples Pockets.

I promise that I'm so passionate, time can't even discourage me.
Strong words for a young person, but it's hard not to say when I see my future flourishing.
My ambition and focus are not imaginary, they're realized -
With everything I do and everything I think.
After all, a man's life is what his thoughts make of it.
I have goals that have already been reached, time just needs to develop.
There's no stressing me, my head isn't the kind that would swell up.
But ****** ! I'm full of anxiety.
I'm suited up perfectly, but where is the propriety ?
Howard Miller have the decency to say hi to me -
With so many clocks, yet there still is no variety.
I'm a few steps back looking forward, in the distance.
With a sense of tomorrow in the past, for resistance.
If you don't want to, I'm gonna force you to acknowledge my whole being, every feeling, every breath, & entire existence.
My life isn't measured by time, but by the inches.
By my Love, & my shoes, & my intentions..
And by my own two cents, i have extended.
Looking up to the Heavens, makes me calm.
Knowing God has me on his mind, he puts me on.
The power of myself, lies within Bonita Applebaum.

Can't Touch This.

& Think about me.
Wonder about me & daydream about me.
Nightdream about me & ponder about me.
Never forget me,
I'm an important person to remember;
I feel.
And whenever it is you do remember me,
it should be like a train of thoughts, connecting the dots.
Don't deny what you feel, and what your conscience talks.
I should be at the front lines of whatever it is you're fighting.
Don't it look different when you take the depth from the lighting ?
No,
It's not too much to do.
Remember me..
'Cause I've remembered you a lot.
I've thought about you so much.
The memory of me is almost real.
There's a faint line between me actually being there,
and me being there.
Who knows..
Maybe if you're on my mind a bit,
we can actually live.
Say hi and see into each other.
Feel upon each other.
And be about each other.
.. I plan to live.
But first,
you have to remember me..
Think about me & wonder about me.
Daydream & nightdream about me.
Ponder about me & never forget me.

Remember me.

I know time has kept on and taken a step.
The moon is frozen in the night sky because the sun hasn't come yet.
The sweet parts in life aren't always good if they just give you a bad sugar rush; as i walk on a cloud where the memory's residue rusts.
I can't see much pass the thickness of the dust.
The one that fills the air, and breathing is a must.
So i choke on the stars, while my chest erupts.
My chest is the treasure that will soon explode and bust.
Treasure of the Universe and makes the galaxies blush.
It helps the black-holes and time-warps' life to beat and pump.
It beats and pumps the heart of it all.
The heart is "Earth".
And "Earth" holds all the feeling.
Crust surface on soft core still needs peeling.
Black Jack dealer needs to start dealing.
Space lights always overcome the darkness, meaning ?
A light-year and a light-minute is distanced time that holds me together.
Meteors & comets seem to always affect the weather.
Questions revolve around me as i revolve around the answers.
My eyes interpret four primaries and companions with dancers. Even deeper is the center of mass which is a binary cancer.
July's brightness has me spontaneously on my toes.
It's fun to tell old stories as the future grows.
Im off to that land, so here's to the endurance in roads.
I can hear how it feels to be mixed in with the beautiful molds; of silvers & golds..

   Loads & loads.

.. Have ?
I hear the world say they have so many things, yet we don’t have so much.
The world has a whole lot of nothing. And people have a whole lot of ignorance.
The only things you actually really have are your hands and whatever lasts ‘till infinity & beyond.
Hold on.
Your hands to learn & mold, because the only things infinite are what you really have.
It’s about the control.
I’m waiting on time.
I used to say i have love, but that wasn’t true. Think Twice.
It’s a different type actually..
Some persons have thoughts, some persons have words.
Real persons have actions, same persons have urge.
My person has guts. My person writes the verge..
Every human has a conscience.
That doesn’t mean every human is conscious.
Every world has a maker, individually.
As a whole, Earth can’t do that, feelings are not a liberty.
The most important thing we have is communication.
The voice one has is key for living.
The craziest is our emotions,
apart from the mind.
Having to do our best to understand & keep what we find.
Losers are weepers.
Failure is something we don’t have, but some people can’t get by.
Aware we can fight, but we don’t know it.
Don’t only move when the music is on.
Dew what a mountain does.
You’re unconscious because your dreams are who you really are; you’re just not living them.
Have *****..
‘Cause i once said Have gun, Will ****.
Insecurity has us, because the security in us has no confidence.
Fear i know you have, but let’s let free the brave in us.
The Only Things Infinite;
Let’s not let ‘em be strange to us.
Power i try to have over me and all things me.
I just have to gain power over my human.
Rhythm i have and the flow of life in my step.
.. With worldly temptations, i’ve had it !

My faith will not be tainted & tinted.

Deep is the importance of a swinging minute, when progress should be made towards the only things infinite.

I stay still in wind.
I move in air.
My hardest I try,
To not just float anywhere.
If I cut my heart out,
Would anyone care ?
If I threw it into life,
Could anyone bare ?
That I will do anything,
To have motion in air.
In it, I breathe, exhale and stare.
I've been trying to escape the current.
Its ripped and torn holes in the jeans that I wear.
Truth is you can run against the flow,
I dare.
I run alongside wind,
But never actually in it.
The air is so much better,
As long as I can see the finish.
I run to the top of the mountain.
To the edge of the view.
Where I can see the earth pumping it's essence,
With Love from my heart.
I'll forever forget the wind,
For trying to send us apart.
See, I don't hear what i don't want to just sitting in the air.
But it all blows on to you,
With the winds whispering in your ear.
Unlike the wind, to the air,
i stick.
It's always there for me,
so the promise is always thick.
I desire a bond,
that can do what a band-aid does.
The hardest of what i find:
Desire of motion is needed for sound.
.. With that,
I,
can promise you this:

If I ever decide to move in wind,
i'll blow on a flute.

I don't know about anyone else, but sometimes i feel like my head is full of rocks.
As if my thoughts were stones, so it's so hard to think.
Like if you could knock on 'em you'd break your fist.
And im sure if you tried to skip 'em they would only sink. Probably sink until they reach my heart and just sit there, on a chair, so it's so hard to love.
Love is nowhere near the point.
My stand - still thoughts i cannot forget.
There are times when the only thing i think up are roadblocks.
It's just as hard to think as it is to speak when you desire but your mouth is heavy.
If i don't give you an answer it's simply because i can't think of one.
I hope this doesn't sound like an excuse because it's not, but it is definitely my reason.
When i fail to remember about grabbing my wallet, and my phone - don't blame me it was just the heavy stones. They travel to my hands.
When i get us completely lost, with a few wrong turns, i just wasn't thinking straight.
Stone thoughts make it hard to think.
When it rains im under the weather, the rocks get wet, trap the water, make a river and it pours into my soul endlessly drowning my body.
It rises, overflows and it all comes out through my mouth, ears & eyes.
It's how you see me; and it is possible that might be my demise.
I don't know how i came to these thoughts that don't let me be.
Or more like it , that need to set me free.
These rocks - my rocks - fall into the self deception.
Some come with a bad reception - sourced from a good transmission.
But then again i don't think it's ever good to have self - suspicion.
So then the idea comes of a soft giving.

  Sometimes i wish for the yards to shrink.
  Rocks in my head, so it's so hard to think.

..There’s no need to explain it.

..There’s no need to explain it.
Send me your love, even though it’s tainted.
I appreciate it either way, keep the picture painted.

From the general i speak, the bigger picture leaks.
Step by step, every move forward is on repeat.
Everything is free in life, there is no such thing as a receipt.
Never express limits, because Love is stronger than defeat.

..There’s a depth in your eyes.
..Definite depth in your eyes, of length i wait for prize.
Concentrated on your rise, i can tell you and GOD have magnificent ties.

I need more of you, can i turn you louder ?
One more thing, added to heavier and sour.

..Do me wrong, and do me right.
I can’t decide which one i want, right now.
That’s what makes me love the sad the goes around.
As long as i get you, i’ll take it anyhow.
I believe i can feel a love, such as one that pounds.
Can you hear me ? because Love (is) Like Sounds.
..Because Love (is) Like Sounds.

Hallelujah.
About a blessed long gown.
Disguised in lust, for a famous gold crown.
Though i need you to be up, i want you to be down.
I knock on the door of days, sitting on moments so profound.
Speech; watch the dialogue.
All the roads in life; im trying to ride along.
Always being of you, i want to be among.

..The soul continues in the sun..

There’s no need to explain it.

..There’s no need to explain it.
Send me your love, even though it’s tainted.
I appreciate it either way, keep the picture painted.

I need more of you, can i turn you louder ?
One more thing, added to heavier and sour.

I believe i can feel a Love, such as one that pounds.
Can you hear me ? because Love (is) Like Sounds.
..Because Love (is) Like Sounds.

There’s no need to explain it.

I have so much love, but i don't know what to do with it.
My heart just sits there, on a chair.
I watch it. And observe it; but nothing more ever happens.
It's just there, sitting, waiting - for something.
When i try to listen, i only hear it's whispers.
I've seen it dance, i've seen it sing, i've seen it play.
But i've never seen it love.
It's been picked on, and maybe it's done some picking.
I know it's been through a lot of beating, like it's been through a lot of dying.
But never has it been loved.
I had to catch it one time, because it fell off the chair, and it almost hit the ground.
Too many times have i seen it do nothing. It once even laid down.
I know it pictures more though..
I've seen it dream.
Sometimes it bleeds, sometimes it's just dry.
.. But no times has my heart loved.


  I have so much love, but i don't know what to do with it. My heart just sits there, on a chair.