concrete painless seduction
overwhelmed by my own understanding of your pain
love thins like alocholic blood
seeping everywhere
onto my lips
onto my fingertips

and things they feel withered down
by your withered down eyes
cries cries
cries
cries
crying I care
begging to find out what you would like me
to cook you in the morning
oh anything to put a smile on your rigged face

cold dry and wet your ***** speaks in my body and
in the back of my arms I am so so beaten down by your
love

is that love,
that comes knocking on my window sometimes
like a child
with beautiful red cheeks and little fingers
and wonderful innocent eyes?