Mysteries, are in his hearts, that crack his veins, that tell time apartVanity…
you know it’s coming — you can feel it in your scalp — western skies electric —…
Open to reasons but not spitting outthe disgruntled facestrying to follow alongThe fragrance of grass and…
They were words — innocent statements of thoughts,Not an argument or a…
Feeling justified/ complacency riddling
Picking a fightthe slips of argument heal themselvesto a boxFlocks of growing push up the streetof the needles that cometo change/ the…
I know what you thinkof what just spilled out of my mouthI know it wasnot supposed to be so angry