you will always taste me on your tongue
that's a bitter tone
not sorry
more like
you are welcome
have you ever been held by a poet
memories
lately
I know I still stumble on your mind
twirling
with fools who forget to wash their hands before they touch me
lovesong
I make my money the best way I know how
I'm not a chase
I'm the finish line
please be good to me.