I let you down. Let me pick you up. I let you down. Let me climb up you to the top. So I can see the view from up there. Tangled in your hair. I let you down.
And the parasites. That call themselves the pretty ones. Licked their lips acknowledging the suffering. They had created and yet felt no remorse. . In between the quiet space.
I can laugh at this dream. And if I drown I'll wake in the morning. This is liquid love in a plastic cup. And if it leaks we can plug it right back up.
Oh, do you love me?. Does it fade like a drying waterstain. Or if I beckon, will you stay?. Let me finish watching you change like a sunset. Just because I love doesn't mean.
Over in a moment. You've the only lifeboat. Say you can soothe. But you know that you don't. . Bitterer because. You said it was perfect. And I thought it was.
My feet are trembling alone. With the serpentine skins on the floor. And while I sleep, will you send me a thought?. While I lean, could you build me a rock?.
Thought like ink. Love runs out. So I kept it up on a shelf. And I will polish it, finger it. . But never let it breathe by itself. Whatever happens next.