| I just need to roll with what I've got and believe in what I think is right. I'm just trying to do what I think is right. |


SpadesYou'll cross out my stories with red ink and bird's quills But I'll stand corrected if that is what you will I'll jump on one foot and savor your ink Your annotations corrupt me and I feel myself sinkSpades
Dust exits my lungs for my words have gone stale it lands on the sheets where you laid warm and pale When it does, it hides where you kissed me last The spades, queens, jagged fragments of my past
Your lips soft and passive plant truths on my skin I do not give up though I cannot win.


Blue WallsThere is no hope kept inside this paper box no neat-trimmed, denim-wearing ox no matches with white tips to strike us dead no healing kisses to cure what we've just saidBlue Walls
Just eyes that are dripping and lids that are dropping because they swear they never had enough And dreams that are leaping and hopping off some jagged cliff somewhere far off
They close their eyes and make the dive, they laugh laugh at me; I'm still alive.


HummingbirdWaiting is an art. You must make it so small and so weak that a single heartbeat will amount to just enough.Hummingbird
But I've sat on tall clocks through spins round the dial Waited for bottles on docks, I've waited mile after mile.
But waiting I do because its what I do best I wait while I'm dreaming, I wait when I rest My world has been paused for such a long time while walking and thinking, while humming this rhyme.


Seams"Why?", you ask me, "Why?" and if I had known what to say, I could have, would have, should have saved us but my lungs burst with "why not" and "why can't you" and "why should we"Seams
the cause cuts slowly at the seams of my dreams and I wish for once that it were spring again
and now I ask you "why" "why not" "why can't we" "why should I"... but how can I walk about with you and not stare, say "I don't care that you don't care" as I knot my breath in your hair, as I plunge past your eyelashes and swing from your lips, and now, you tell me.. &
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