Apr 2014
As a grown man
I have to steal
what you could
never give,
and make
what you
couldn't live.
I collect
and acquire
and mold with
fire, and
send it through
my charcoal filter.
What I'm left with,
a mellow sting
sipped before
the end
of a
bittersweet
fling.
I have to steal
what you could
never give,
and make
what you
couldn't live.
I collect
and acquire
and mold with
fire, and
send it through
my charcoal filter.
What I'm left with,
a mellow sting
sipped before
the end
of a
bittersweet
fling.
About my dad who was killed in a car accident when i was twelve.
It's not out of anger but of the realization of having to learn from other men in my life.
It's not out of anger but of the realization of having to learn from other men in my life.
