PINK FLOWERS ON MY WALK
I SHOULD TAKE THAT SHOT
TEXT REPLY, HERE’S WHAT I GOT
WENT OUT TODAY TO FIND YOU
SOMETHING YOU’D LOVE, OR LIKE A LOT

MORE PINK FLOWERS...
DOWN THE BLOCK
I WISH WE HADN’T FOUGHT
BE YOUR ANCHOR, BE YOUR ROCK
HATE TO THINK THOSE IMPURE THOUGHTS
THAT I MIGHT BE HERE TOMORROW
JUST TO HEAR THAT YOU ARE NOT

WAIT… MORE PINK FLOWERS?
****…
THERE WERE NO SIGNS
I MADE THEM UP

into some type of infatuation,
and then when i was bruised up enough
i climbed back out,
grabbed your hand,
and slipped back into something
that feels like love.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Sometimes  I get lost
in my own thought.
Thoughts that never got out of my head.
Thoughts that never got spoken.
Why when everyone has changed,
I still remain the same?
Is it wrong
or am I the only normal person?
All these questions are running through my head
but the point is...will anybody ever answer?

Mint green nails, trailing across your faded black tattoos.

The ability of bandanas to cover up out grown roots that I'm
too broke to touch up.

Long showers when no one is home to yell at me for wasting water.

The way your lips feel against mine, so safe and familiar,
and how your mouth tastes like a bad habit.

The white of battle scars against my summer tan.