You are always there, waiting,
Waiting for me to pour my heart out.
Out come the desperate words.
Words of my innocent vanities,
Vanities that consume me.
Me, who you can always trust,
Trust me,  for I,
I know that hearts can get too full.
Full with your own toils, and mine.
So pour your heart out to me,
I know sometimes they get too full.

all about another apple
but bite in, bittersweet
crammed cars, can't count
definitely don't die down

effortlessly end eventually
finding fun on the forefront
green goes good to gunk
helping herself hide hundreds

i infer about inside
jokes jump the jump
**** kids, kick kittens
lost lies living large

most moms make mothers
neither, nothing, no, none
others often open outside
people pick poison practice

quite the quiet quack
roaring realness, rather run
stop sinking, stupid sun
time tells touching tales

under universal utters
very varying vanitites
worries will weigh warped wants
xeroxed xenon xanax xylophone

your yellowing youthful yesterdays
zombified zeal zips zillionaires