My heart
not so stupid anymore...

Expressions traverse through each
fleeing thought penetrating from me...

If I was to dip
my pen, deep inside...

Worn and woven,
this face he paints...

Am the last cigarette in your
pocket...

If I was to give in
all these weapons I...

Nothing waits to be roofed,
a leader of skills attempts...

My heart
grave and verdant...

A beat that leaps--way too far
with hesitant promises and...

I previously
sprinted my touches...

He might be a tongue
busy with grammar...

Who said the sun sips
from the east...