Outsiders perceive me
in a series of random ways...

He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired...

I could have loved you
with all the originality of truth...

Who, who, who
braids words in her hair...

I am
pretty ugly...

I could lose myself
to the white noises of summer...

The chill of reality
has settled it's rime...

I'm aware of the voices tonight
and I can feel the monsters glare...

Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...

Love is not
for the weak-hearted...

I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs...

I have two voices...
One tongues of fashion...