i am a boy who didn't know any better ( Read more... )

and she'll sing her song ( Read more... )

in your little tiny kingdom you hide all the skeltons ( Read more... )

i trace the outline of your body,
with my fingertips,
begging the air not to move,
pleading with gravity to hold still,
just for one time,
one heart beat,
so that when i return home,
your ghost is waiting there,
embedded in the sheets
the outlines,
your curves,
all safe and secure.

catching me off guard with your words ( Read more... )

now i find your skin ( Read more... )

you shadow the light so mockingly ( Read more... )

in halls where empty is a strip ( Read more... )

imagine my breathe on the back of your neck ( Read more... )

right when you think you know me, i head out west.
even though i try to explain, mumble mumble whats left.
too many emotions to know, nothing left to hold for show.
my mouths an open window, and the throats visible hollow.
to the all the things, and sees of everything i saw
it is so fucking jolly outside, everything is pink neon