it's enough for you to feel oh the hole in the wall he hears your voice every time you call most of the time I told him my words were cold but he insisted on having it all last time for the hopeless ones to break in emergency left his body like the cold wind take him I thought you knew how ( Read more... )

I can hear the wind!

I have returned.

No more numbers.

Part of the crowd.

so i have to restring my guitar now
as it turns out i play left-handed

just her hands
reds and blues lashed chords
tone abuse
for our spangled hanger lifts
listless soft
sand a hand to you

empty quiet and curled closed
collective
planner, gently hang her

just his hands
reds and blues lashed chords
tone abuse

Valuable times abound. Settle down. Relax ( Read more... )

If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all.

pretense