i* love*

washing out on top of me the residue of pretty things ....
in search of destination
i watch your eyes move to older things and am encumbered by a book
i've never read......rain rain on my head ...red red why red ?

yes i can see what you see but if i have a choice.........blindfold me

let it be..................the ribbon will find the wind it needs ( Read more... )

i like sun.....well, you know the kind i'm talking about .......i have some........and it's beautiful

not again......this is not going well......contradicting....myself ?.....i swear one's
goning to have to destroy the other sometime soon or i'll just have to kill them both

it'll take me a while to believe that ( Read more... )

nurse your love like a wounded dove ........and never ease your hold ( Read more... )

if we were all an option and you became the privileged , only one can ( Read more... )

here ...... well it's much like an obsession that one would never
want ...filled with vaccant memories ....that are pre-destined to haunt....
with the elapsed time one would realize that this hurt is from the womb

it's quite alright......
a walk ,a smile ,and hands........
i'm doing just fine .......

umm ( Read more... )