"honeyspot" poems
We tweaked on/off
for hours at mischievous hotels
Sporadic neon lights flashing in/out
Missy, on nights so long
came with you sweet and short
I could never hum or retort a pretty song
Its now been long enough
princess once in Daddy's eyes
blood shot with staggered grin
In this desolate town the vault
comes tumbling down in pieces
over the unfinished heads below
While it gathers at our feet Missy,
rising ever more inch by inch
piling in places such as our present, our past
Soon to make us like statues
in the great museum of the mind
let me hold you, just one last time
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
We tweaked on/off
for hours at mischievous hotels
Sporadic neon lights flashing in/out
Missy, on nights so long
came with you sweet and short
I could never hum or retort a pretty song
Its now been long enough
princess once in Daddy's eyes
blood shot with staggered grin
In this desolate town the vault
comes tumbling down in pieces
over the unfinished heads below
While it gathers at our feet Missy,
rising ever more inch by inch
piling in places such as our present, our past
Soon to make us like statues
in the great museum of the mind
let me hold you, just one last time
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC