she goes
BLOW MY FUCKIN BRAINS OUT
Im like
put on this night gown
were down (more so I am..)
for whatever at the moment (her thighs...my open mouth)
,but the focus is lost to the intermitten motion
Im concentrating on making love,
shes like a boat in the ocean
were floating on the currents of the chosen
but really those
whos closed eyes roar open
boastin on the trope
say nothing of value in refrence of ghosts
off top
I see nothing but love and devotion
strange my life moves in such serious ways. when I simply want smiles
hugs,plane tickets
& somthin for these weary muscles ( ;) )
catch me on the one ways
down to the run ways
no baggage to claim
its all tucked away in the things I say,these writings of mine
these times I gave a thought to
giving up
staring down at the street froma fourth story balchoney
I have to be trained in subconcience alchemy
because the outcome is all that matters to me
I will be remebered in time,because this spine is built of diamonds
and on the inside of this heart there is tidal
the waves pulse threw my body,and I grab my chest as my heart flutters
brothers
sisters
come together and dance in these bomb shelters
I see best when my eyes are closed...and my brain is melting
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