Feb 17, 2014
why yes i’m good with knives if you must ask go on, pass my flask a sip for your soul a sip, you ask to know it all hand you my mask go on, ask go on, i’m relaxed back in nebraska, you ask? the body ah yes, half in alas…
Feb 16, 2014
a shadow in black laughs, smiles, faces galore the drawer swung open could have sworn but all i could remember was war the floor, so beautiful, so desired and torn yours, how you knew how you polished a shoe but it wasn…
Feb 16, 2014
hangin’ over the fridge you ask what that is pull out the wine “i’m not sure how good this is” your smile i would walk a thousand miles you don’t understand all the things i’d do how grand but i need to let you go i nee…
Feb 15, 2014
what a wednesday i’m all yours over a message your essence filled a room the evanescence killed my mood beginning to end my mourning will never end i find you in the slightest worry about you even when i have arthritis …
Feb 15, 2014
i take a sip forty past six somewhere in the world someone’s holding your hips kissing your face this valentines day look down my whiskey wonder if you miss me or think of me as you lift your drink but this i say i love…
Feb 14, 2014
roses are red my soul is black happy valentines day to you and your bottle of jack
Feb 14, 2014
fucking bartender tear spender constant tormentor play me distinguish everything from reality do you know a thing, morality? is that a possibility? i’m confused, lost but you couldn’t respond at any cost are you distrau…
Feb 13, 2014
didn’t submit for you provoke a need for me feel for me respect me or even love me these underlying side effects which redirect the way we see occasionally leave us at sea sting like bees we’re the honey playing in bloo…
Feb 12, 2014
laid the rocks to my whiskey a shotgun laid the hickey the song played i wonder, you say you missed me we were eternal that you can’t live without my love suffocating, dying for my touch but what you never said how i ca…
Feb 12, 2014
remembering miami b on his phone you on yours walking the shore opening doors the airs so pure could talk for hours no musical chairs it was all there it was fair it was all there