He, was a river his movement were very devine.

He would flood, the area of your home if conditions where just right.

Bring him more sand bags alright as the water begin too reach the fences height.

The land, was parting and sliding into mud as the river monster waves continue there plot of that day

these days feel like the soap bar
my mother used to lather all over me
as she bathed me in her
parents' home

they're soft and cleansing
to the point where I feel refreshed
and pure
and new

but as she cleaned over my chest
where my small heart beat
she dropped the soap bar
and it disappeared into the cloudy waters

soon these days will slip away
just as the bar did
and the purity and ease will wash away
to expose the filth i've hidden within myself

You have never loved a woman like me for
You have never met a woman like me .

I have consumed you entirely . The love you have for me wrecks from within your aura .

The planque of your tongue still quivers for me and nothing will ever quinch that thirst .

Every woman after me is a bland taste of dirt to you . Yet u still choose to look through the dirt even after you struck gold .

Z.h

I took some time
alone in line
to color in
the edge of him
your yellow skin
you’d cough and drool
and hang your head
your face was red
my tongue is lead
we’d play in dirt
and make it work
I stained your shirt
you pushed your tongue
around the edge
I stole your sun
you broke my head

Toes are sheets of
ice
the cold
creeps under

Hands have rolled
the dice
the night creeps onward

No dirt along this path
no rising
ramparts

no skin in red light
bath
over this
frozen hearth

Every way to pick apart
the skin atop
my head

I've bled within the dark
to sleep
on feather beds

come away with me

come closer

come away with me

come closer

I'm not tryna interfere, I'm just really down

Until you ground me, you sow your seeds, plant roots in me. 
You water me with sweat, you cover me in ***** words, you shower me in love, make me feel human for once.


I’m not tryna interfere, I’m just really down

I can’t leave now, you’ve rooted me, straight into the ground.

Red?
It must be paint
Purple?
It must have been marker*
Certainly not blood or a bruise
Shes the artist child always oh so messy
Well really I'm painting the marks he left on my body
Is that a bruise?
Indeed
Is that a burn?
Yes sir
Well that's creative inspiration
*I know let's push her into the DIRT!

You call me when you need me
not because you want me
you say goodbye when you want
not when it suits me

What happened to secrets?
now my life's out in the open

What happened to love?
You gave your heart to another girl
now I am stuck in the dirt
begging at your feet

Do I need to cry myself to sleep?

I will not take this pain
there is no gain
so just let me end it hear
this is my last call
Goodb.. Silence.