He got her on a whim
   Drunk in love with a pint of      Hennessey
Drank their desires in a red cup
Filled it up to the  line of corrupt
Stuck in darkness, love gone
Wrong, passionate for nothing
When it doesn't belong
Sober we wake and find the damage is done
Nine months later, I have a son

Playing instruments with his
hands
Stretching tones, foot pedal to the drum stand
Watching my father play his blues, I catch a smile, the number one clue
He romances the keys of the piano with his long fingers, gliding so swiftly
A boom- tap, tap for the drums he hits, gives a quick spin of the cymbal, then tap hi-hat
Pow-boom, boom the room is shaking, from all the sounds of music he's making
I clap along, this beat sounds good to me
I am his audience, he is my melody

Your arms are like vines
Winding their way up my body
Blossoming flowers where I’d seen none before.
The touch of your fingertips
Tender like the brush of leaves
And your windy breath raising my flesh;
Pull me in. Pull me down.
I yearn for your roots
Intertwined with mine,
An infinite dance toward the skies
As we grow as one.

I lie awake remembering, wishing I could sleep to forget.

My drenched socks
the cold rain
the music playing
our overcast sky
outside, on the rooftop
without any warmth
just the endless
darkness of life
all wrapped up
in my little brain
and my throat hurts
but my breath still
forms white wisps
and I couldn‘t be
more dead
at least for tonight
because tomorrow
I will even die twice