dollar bill for whinnie
but save the rest for me
god you are so ******
in terms of company

toast me golden brown
don't burn me here
but dont turn it down
that is my greatest fear

hands made of leather
we keep together tight
and if we share sack'd feather
we'll make it through the night

maybe i'm a nando
and you are cheeky too
maybe i'm a rando
a fool i am for you

strike me like mike
stroke bow wows career
in the end he was like
a hippies brazier

words of our fathers
shooting like stars
if we were like others
we wouldn't go far

happiness in latex
depression in socks
swollen in ***
haplessness mocks

just in case you wander
i wont let you stray
and if you ever wonder
night will become our day.

insecurities consume as we fan our flame
knowing the end will be the same
as before we embarked here,
casting anywhere(.)
shadows reaching out together
consuming sun kissed land.
with the wind in our sail
we can't possibly fail
so never let go of my hand.
once mornings blanket wake'
we sober up once again
no more of this we take
until we try again.

I was going to send you
a ridiculously long message,
one where I say everything I feel,
perfectly punctuated,
immaculately articulated;
but, you leave me alone with words
like the more i use
the lower their value plummet
so ill send an ok
and never see your summit

I'm not something
that exists
only when you need it.
I'm alive
twenty-four seven;
Don't use me
to curb your boredom,
when your
plans fall through.
When everyone else
is tired of you,
what is going to happen
when I am too?