Favorite girl, join me in the back so we can talk. I completely forgot our feelings stand in the mirror and as you move away, I get closer. I told them you were indisposed, that you left and wouldn't be coming home. I reach into my pocket as we fall forward; a pinched nerve you call this argument. I told them gold was your color and you can't stay away. you read that stuff about the beauty of the world and walk, naked, in the sun. I just can't be that loved.
I'm falling into the abyss. your face is on the walls. a cigarette is all I get for my trouble. no trouble at all. everything is hidden by sound. I can't feel the ground. just a blur of light and color. they crowd around to wait for their turn. I've given up. the heat is oppressive. this experiment is oppressive because behind the white line you can't cross is desire.
I have a shell my centre , ink a blue bright hue lives in me carefully contained with the shell keeping me safely still blue and bright eyed ink Living in me waiting by other contained coloured hues in a pencil case or left to sigh on a accepting listening table my colour sighing in me lonely in me tediously tired
I want to speak onto the paper when I wish but I have to wait for the hands of a girl I have to wait and only she can hold my shell let my ink safely spill onto paper and so I...
Embrace my body, caress my skin. Intensive emotions like a storm inside my mind. Thoughts, panic rushing around inside me.
I am lost. As you take me slowly to your mysterious depths. No peace Pressing me close and tight. Filling up my lungs with salty waters. No exit Closer and tighter the more I descend into your darkness. Crumbling my body that now is nothing more than a deformed vessel, enrecognizable. No escape
Mind erased, Emotions drowned, Life banished. Forever prisoner.
I love you, and your face loves itself for its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips your fragrance has a narcissistic allure. The way you walk, the pavements adore you Rain shies away not to make your hair wet. I love you, and your face loves itself. When you cross the street horn bleats by themselves, white cars turn pink your fragrance has a narcissistic allure. The sun doesnít burn your skin makes it golden glows in the dark till one day the mirror tells of a wrinkle you know years are ganging on...