an we watch light become our thiughts
our thighs

our times

her thighs
and movement

a movement and

i dont know

but i know tonight

i hsve

been laid

with urgency

without me

mos importantly

you were not the he

the stitch in her

melody

but i shall

but i couyld

tell you who thinks of me at night
but no

not tonight

i feel mydelf coliiding in the  orning

with the things i gave myself to

laswt night

'
a bill

a fold

a fold in my innocence

The heart is wrapped in a cage
Yet it flows freely with love.

The mind wanders freely to thoughts in the abyss, the dark place in your mind where you hold all your wicked thiughts and dreams and memories.
My mind seems to always dwell there. I break free for a minute or two but it's back again and heavier than ever.

Seeking help through pills, people, drinks and music, to ease the strain. In the end though I have only myself to blame.