returning to a glass house
made to shatter really loud
I close my eyes
from every shout to
counting every mirror
being thrown to the wall
one by one
I count them all
from one to one hundred
A ghostly image
of a spiritual connection
that you placed on my soul
the last time you came home
I still dream of a place where we run free
in a field of dandelions
underneath a morning glow of a suns...
Your kiss tastes sweet as caramel
You feel either warm or cold based on the option of the day I get you
Like right now your as bomb as my morning near summer frappuccino
I hold you so tight afraid to ...
a wish extinguished by the simplicity of your voice making a beloved wish come true. a shooting star cascading down to hit the gravity of my world wishing for both worlds to collide and create somethi...
strike me with your knife knowing there was love at the end
bite me on my neck, having your venomous poison coursing through my veins
giving me such a satisfaction to endure this pain
take my breath a...
Why can't I erase the thought of you from my mind the way you erase the taste of me from your lips?
The feel of me from your vessel of a body that carries my pleasure
But you never did erase one thing...