It’s the top lock unwound twice

The bottom halfway

Walking into my home

Tiptoes leave nothing to say

A pit stop in the kitchen

Ascending light for some water

Enough for the night

Not to wake godfather

I search for city dreams

But the deepest sleeps

Pull me away

Back to the beach

Rounding the exit

Makes my tear appear

I’m finally home

Going to my pillow

My thoughts are lambs

Hopping fences

Valleys wayside

In mornings dawn

bright eyes, wide smiles

dancefloor drag, diamonds and pearls

shaved legs for miles

alcoholics too

there was one of me, one you

mornings painted blue

all i ask

is she worth me

in the back

of my mind

i hope

she’s worth more

she needs water

salt water

she needs air

summer breeze

she needs love

not temptation

she needs flowers

left on trees

How safe does home feel

settled vines uprooted

potted into a new plant

that doesn’t like *** anymore

old habits dying softly

like screams for warm arms

will you miss her when she’s gone?

will you think of her sweetly?