your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched . thinking i don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake
quickly the sound comes shaking the window stands near the glass sign- breaking silence waking from charming sleep. to raise the covers the bed. and after
say "youre right, step down. stop thinking out loud" stay up, too late- listening grey tips dipped in water tracing across her fingers chasing from lips
oh let me lay down beside my dear friend who has gone away cover me over with dirt and sod let me hasten my departure day for i long for that day when
come thursday- i'll say goodbye. trade words on paper, and hope they will- suffice. i'll send some letters encrypted in ink and music to put you to sleep
Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, earth was
...carrying yourself like you're floating above the street walking you home three hundred paces late at night.. as the light adjusts- just for us.. and
summers always swelling shouldnt have mistaken this sky understood for -- for loving tonight and the soaring hair smells like the silhoutte sky and so
quickly the sound comes shaking the window stands near the glass sign- breaking silence waking from charming sleep. to raise the covers from her. and
Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched. Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake
