Kiss her
sultry red lips...

What's love, but boyish hands
throwing my trust back...

I'm leaving 29
with a few scars...

Well, I'm thirty years of age
still trying to figure out...

I'm just a country girl
searching for some truth...

You rock my ship
into a hypnotic lullaby...

I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water...

My hands are two tiny ants
crawling over meadows...

I wish for the hush tones
of a distant finger...

I do hate your blank face
of meaningless white words...

I am
pretty ugly...

You were always brilliant,
the way you'd undress me...