I will search for you in my little toy boxes filled with old ancestors and sayings slipped from tongues, revealing stories of my birthmarks I will search for you in the light I will search for you in the dark
I will gentley remove my skin in my mind you are so royal so monarch
I will drink my water all alone I will light my candles in the late night and imagine what would be the smell of your cologne I will stare into the world at night until Im ****** and moonstoned
I will linger wax inbetween thigh bones flirt tales with wishbones until all the stars beg me to stop uttering moans
I am beseeched in interlocking strangle of submission to my loneliness and waiting with a white transparent dress on the bridge of london hoping to see the dark eyes that put light in the souls of the peasent in my disabled heart, mused in desguise
should I sit here and speak the anecdotes and the lies of the littler girl inside of me who everytime thinks of your dies slower and slower each time
the goodbyes and the standbys
I reply I have ran out of supplies to fix my sunrise
and now I sit here in the absence of bright skies life I see takes hold of the wise
but you see my lover for you I shall be patient I shall be humble