Walking in, shoulders hunched,
head facing the ground...

When will your love be enough?
I've turned to all the wrong things I convince...

The library door is creaked open, for you.
I don't want the worry of, "is she having bad...

We wear
paisley bandanas to protect...

Your clouds touched my subconscious,
but you won't set in me. I am the horizon...

You wear color like it is your new identity,
beckoning spring to sing when you rush out...

.
i refused you because i knew you...

I felt your death and
rebirth on a Tuesday...

We make love to this state
as if it's the only home that...

New beginnings taste
like rock-ribbed...

Maybe lightning is God's way of communicating
that there are no clear-cut answers...

These bags under my eyes
are not from my own exhaustion...