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
and I shall be kind.
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:40 PM UTC
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
and I shall be kind.
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