I believe in air and growing hair patches puberty, free me liberty. All lives matter, same old batter, never quite right too dark or light. We live too long to love a song or smoke a **** or love her ****. Oh My God, I do confess it's true.
I'm not equipped to be an easy love. I don't know why. Women can be the nectar I need and ease my aching heart. Desire is always offered with an enormous cost that I'm unable to pay. I try to make a silk purse from a pig's ear. I give her pearls and lipstick. Party girls don't want to meet the parents.
I'm not equipped to be an easy love. I don't know why. Women can be the nectar I need and ease my aching heart. Desire is always offered with an enormous cost that I'm unable to pay. I try to make a silk purse from a pig's ear. I give her pearls and lipstick. Party girls don't want to meet the parents.
Beauty and perfume I'm in love with you. Drunk and dry spell what else would I do? *** all the week long, eating in then eat out. Turn it up louder song. MIA at work ants shout. What is the fuss about? Fierce *** is never wrong.
I slit my wrist a million times with pieces of the broken heart's razor sharp deflections in my attic room Penthouse desire increases illusion of an endless tunnel of reflections. mirrors on walls showed me every angle my naked drunken midnight freedom dance with my Irish too small little dangle always chasing the mirage of desert romance.
There a cuckoo clock on the wall, I was a kid curious how it worked. Gramps told me not to touch it. I moved the chain and it crashed and broke the cheap lamp below. That **** destroyed me entirely. He went from a hero to zero his hangover destroyed us.
Who owns my epiphany? Is you or is it me? I broke the machine left my part unclean blood or oil dried gears and cranks died screeched to a halt. Blame the Gestalt.
I believe my country has died. Defeated Lady Liberty on her knees with a Scimitar for her beheading. Communists crawling into her guts for the final feeding as we all hold impotent guns without bullets.
We parted ways after awhile. We had differences. I didn't hate or love you. We went our own ways. 30 years later and you still haunt my dreams. Try as I will I can't forget how yours tastes.
I was earthbound all my life, then I met you and we had wings to fly above the heavens where God exists and the angel sings. We flew too close to the sun and fell into the gravity's rainbows. You see us crawling in blue skies loud cawing black ink stain crows.
I was earthbound all my life, then I met you and we had wings to fly above the heavens where a God exists and an angel sings. We flew too close to the sun and fell into the gravity's rainbows. You see us crawling in blue skies loud cawing black ink stain crows.
I was earthbound all my life then I met you and we had wings to fly above the heavens where a God exists and an angel sings I flew too close to the sun and we fell in gravity's rainbow. Our love is forever after all. We were buried inside my soul.
I always saw you on my horizon. I drank to your health and to ours. I went to meetings and confessed weakness and drank bland coffee and ate stale donuts and smoked an endless chain of cigarettes.
In my cups we danced in the neon. On bar stools and raucous laughter with my dreams hiding in liquor's free fog I gave you life and baptism. Can I ever know normal? I'll be home at last call when I reach my rope's end.
I always saw you on my horizon. I drank to your health and to ours. I went to meetings and confessed weakness and drank bland coffee and ate stale donuts and smoked an endless chain of cigarettes.
In my cups we danced in the neon. On bar stools and raucous laughter with my dreams hiding in liquor's ugly fog I gave you life and baptism. Can I ever know normal? I'll be home last call when I reach my rope's end.
I always saw you on my horizon. I drank to your health and to ours. I went to meetings and confessed weakness and drank bland coffee and ate stale donuts and smoked an endless chain of cigarettes. In my cups we danced in the neon. On bar stools and raucous laughter with my dreams hiding in liquor's ugly fog I gave you life and baptism. Can I ever know normal? I'll be home at last call when I reach my rope's end.
I always saw you on my horizon. I drank to your health and to ours. I went to meetings and confessed weakness and drank bland coffee and ate stale donuts and smoked an endless chain of cigarettes.
In my cups we danced in the neon. On bar stools and raucous laughter with my dreams hiding in liquor's ugly fog I gave you life and baptism. Can I ever know normal? I'll be home at last call when I reach my rope's end.
You're not there to meet me anymore, just a shadow left to greet me like before. I heard the news. I know you died. I tried to conjure tears I couldn't cry.
Turning point in our decline Soros' Obama's Biden's crime on full display all in place. Never shame, never disgrace. Proud comrades fill the gulags that is after all just prologues.
I divorced my 7 siblings blinded by bylines rabid dogs snapping at lies from the usual Headlines The sacred cows. NYTimes, Washington Post, NPR, CNN, MSNBC, Mother Jones. We're in a ceramic fishbowl drowned upside down bones flushed down a toilet bowl.
We spent our pain on us in for a penny in for a pound. Married pregnant in our sin teenage hubris will astound in the summer of love again ripe naked ******* are found. The vows made are abandoned shame my constant companion new love stillborn in manger guilt's madness constant danger.
I'm 72 and I'm drunk and fearless and still think I'll live forever even though I know I'd be the first one and all my friends are dying and I can't play checkers alone or take trips down memory lane by myself.
You can't read my mind. You've no idea what it's like being close to you. I'm stunned by your beauty. Your laugh infects me. Your wild hair brings me to my knees in adoration. I cower in fear of my love. I'm quiet. I'm distant. I dream of you that night. I write this.
You can't read my mind. You've no idea what it's like being close to you. I'm stunned by your beauty. Your laugh infects me. Your wild hair brings me to my knees in adoration. I cower in fear of my love. I'm quiet. I'm distant. I dream of you that night. I write this.
I'll just look the other way let you steal my night and day silence my words I need to say a broken life I'll always pay. I'll **** me as an afterthought piece of meat you never bought from a butcher I never caught my beauty you always sought.
Naked burned in my memory I draw your beauty perfectly. You ask if I would stay Sunday Times crossword we will play. Wake Monday sleet grey day. Cash only when I leave to pay.
We broke the Tick or the Tock. Not sure which but time has never been on time ever since. The world's out of sync. We were as one in love. You speak in whispered echos from shadows now. I barely hear or see you anymore. I dream of you perfect. One of us is dead without the other.
I drink to enjoy a time without judgement. Happy hour is a sacred time to dim my past. I float above the pain, guilt and unforgiving. All is as it should be. Sleep, dream at last.
I embrace your sorrow. I recognize it as my own. I know your sunken cheeks of hunger as I know mine. I think poor and I think humble but proud, fierce not looking for a fight but demanding respect.
Before I understood love when I had crushes on girls and teachers I fell in love with Elizabeth Squires. She has a kindness few of us have. She encourages us in the trenches. She is Aphrodite and Joan of Arc.
Free! I won't have to walk the dogs. I won't have to put the garbage out. I won't worry if I can sleep or not. Am I a drunk? Doesn't matter now. The guilt that hangs heavy like moss from the branches of my soul is gone.
If I had a cat I'd call her Quincy. If I had a wife I'd call her Jayne. If I had a mistress I'd call her up. If I had a dog I'd call him Rusty. If I could love I'd have a heart of silk just filled with sawdust.
Is my love a weak whisper? Is it silent in our loud lives? You are my contrarian. My trusted advisor. You mean more to me than you'll ever know. If I owned the earth I'd make you King. If I owned my heart I'd make you Queen.