Loves pile high as credibility falls flat as my heart after another "button" is pressed
Impossibility creeps to the front of mind wanderings in the shape of a girl's secrets
Summer haze cannot strip away things present long before I met your mouth movings
(Poetry wreaks havoc of minds unaware of my privy billiard and/or therapy sessions)
This heart does not move in halves but moves out of a sincere need for shelter that is built from something honest within the self but has yet to be found without the help of another moving being
So Teddy, Delano, Chagal, and Holy Ghost be mine only loves and lovers and leaders till I meet my miracle
From "no more rosy gardens no more craving curving Let craving call and beg and bawl and face it tall Let my soft skin have more sweet soft air on me. Let boulders drown."
To "Because everyone that I know Every place that I go Every story that I’m told Its love Its love It’s love that we’re looking for"