There are cracks in the wall. Giving me only slivers of the sun. I remember it all. Truths being told as soon as our minds were gone. . Don't tell me there's no way your mind will change.
Get in line, take your time. It's a lot to decide. Tell me how much truth would you like to buy. But chew and swallow it good. Coffee to chase the mirror down.
The rocks below, they bare their teeth. They all conspire to set me free. I sip my tea and contemplate. All the possibilities. . Oh, waterfall, do you ever think.
My mother lost her mother twice. Once in '54, then later in life. The exchange was quick and quiet. The records sealed, the names made private. Her search began and ended with a judge.
Word of life, I'm so retreat. I picked it up and took a swing. My pastor told us don't you worry. Even he has found his glory. Why, why's a sprinter then?.
This skin hangs on me like a lampshade. Keeping all my light at bay. That night I banged at winter's doorstep. For just a look at your face. Let me in, I said, I know someone inside.
I was born on bloody battleground. To the metal men between two realms. The hungry eyes linger as she twirls. Got hands lifted to heaven. And her toes dipped in hell.
What am I supposed to say, babe?. I'll be up all night to tell the truth. Would you really have a stranger in your bed. Rather than let someone like me take care of you?.
Little baby if you reading this. You probably you're grown the way most babyes do. I'm sure your eyes still they're pretty. Tararam. I'm writing to you from 1991.
This cannot happen again. Twice in a year is too much. Heavy are you on my mind. Twice in a flush, it ain't enough. . Honey, while you were ashing in your coffee.
Empty talk and angry lies. Had made a home behind my eyes. They told me they were here to stay. And I believed them 'til the day. I saw you smile. Your kindest eyes were laughing.
These lives are so contrived. And out of focus. But if I can derive some happiness from this. Then I'll have made it out alive. . 'Cause people always change.
We spend our only season. On a mattress sleeping. With our best friend. We donned our winter livers. With weary resignation. Three southern spines to the wind.