The repetition is therapy
Even as these walls glare at me
I find my fairly ginger attitude
Rise into the heights of my prosperity
One day I’ll wake up with a beautiful woman staring at me
Until then I’ll let this muse be therapy.
I think I’m scared of me.
Because I know what I can achieve …
Most people die without an accomplice
But after becoming unconcieous
I think I could ride for ever on the poppy ladended highway
which leads to my spiritual beach…like the dragons in reach.
Let the ocean crash into me
Grey skies // blue skies
I’m just thankful for breathing
Hopeful to keep believing…every turn is a heart bleeding…mothers grieving…reaching for somthing deeper then meaning…
I just need you to feel me
My appetite alone feeds me
& to be alone…is freeing…I think that’s what I meant when I told you I loved you
Right after I said I’m leaving