Watching the moons
dance on the water
rolling in over
On a cold crisp
Missing quiet peaceful winter nights
The thing I loved about our relationship
is that I could say
and you would kiss me
Those memories are starting to bring smiles to my face
I walk the streets tonight
and the faces I see are full of stress
and an endless line of open guesses
drawn across their faces like rainbows in the sky,
spread-out like leaves in the sunlight
yet frozen with fear like water during the winter cold.
So the streets are dead.
The blasting music from the loud speakers
that used to be are replaced by hums
and signal-coughs and hisses
and I am forced to wonder what happened
to the kisses and moans and songs
that once rules the streets.
Now, here I am, under the moonlight.
The stars watch me with longing eyes,
but the first rays of sunlight in the morning
bring my dreams to book like a criminal of thought.
One question I cannot answer:
whatever happened to love?
99% of the time I feel like a ****** person
And the other 1% I should feel like a ****** person
My heart is a ****
Stab it deep inside your chest
Jizzy goodness, ok?
One night stands. **** me.
Tear my soul and **** in two.
Thanks for the ******.
Your ****'s on parade
Snapchat your privates for me
**** pics of the soul
Bangles are my jam
Please walk like an Egyptian
Right into my heart