All things must die
“Weed me Or feed me.” Says the grass in the back yard “you don’t need me anymore” And I sit and smoke my cigarette And I think to myself The grass has a point Advertisements
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Light heavy
light heavy star gaze Moon shine Shadows Fall behind creep through and leave a trace the way the moonlight shines upon your face is quite Devine how i wish that you were mine
Memories that smell like gasoline
Out of the red Waist down skirt around and flirt the hurt down Paste it onto an album that plays around An old familiar sound The Torn down pages of a beat down life that can’t […]
Dumb some
Sit down stale silence between The artificial illuminations That fill your screen Smoke in mirrors Eyes unclean Eyes unseen Restless in waiting For the never ever Never ever to come ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by kyoko cole
The big cover up
A shout in the street A shot in the dark We greet the same different things Over and over again What we think is new Is really far from new and few Things really change […]
I host the ghost of you
I can hear you in the silence Echoing my ears I see the trace of your face Everywhere and it brings me to tears Feels like years Oh it feels like years So I host […]
but he can’t be a man cause he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me
walking through the store couldn’t carry anymore couldn’t care any less as i do right now in some other life i took a knife and carved 2 names on a tree To preserve the time of […]
there’s no other way
there’s no other way and no other day to say goodbye all the things i would, would not and could never say but now i need to go away i really did try day after […]
Don’t
Yes I’ve been distant
But you should know You should understand Or at least empathize How I must feel When you add delete Add delete At the drop of a hat At the slightest turn of emotion That comes […]
softies
skin touching skin i let you in silly goose bumps under fingertips jump rings tracing over Body parts and things ever-so-softly and ever-so-slowly the light trace of fingertips excites me In the most beautiful way
