The DecisionIt's been since May since I've seen my mother But just last night since it's been a bother She tells me she is weak But has not forgotten me I haunt each of her dreams My image stays on repeat An she'll ask me if I miss her Do I wish each night I was with her? Have I despaired when she wasn't there? How do I tell the truth?The Decision
NI want a reason to see you smile and An excuse to blame for the way you make me Want to hold you Want to know you Better than anyone else has gotten the chance to And I've memorized the way Your lips tickle my ear I can hear, I can hear You breathing onto me And you would stop so suddenly Just to speak To look at me To fumble words you've Already repeated that seem To keep me listening Because you've got me Trapped in elation I'll risk degradation For a place inside your memory For each moment that you look at me To mean somN
My Mother, the VirginSpindly, white cripple legs They bend, bow legged and at the knee What a map! Vericose veins run roads down her calves And they spread open, they spread open. Their treasure stopped long ago But he keeps trying His fingers wrap around her thighs If he is too rough, she will bruise Sickly pallor. Oh yellow! Oh brown! Streched thinly across this leather skin A place he'll get lost it! She's getting old and she's let go A simple woman who has seen a lot Walked many roads You'd think these legs could speak stories Clarify morals But she'll give a dumbMy Mother, the Virgin
Please Pass, ChristianI kissed the back of your neck Shiny, tickle tongue I flickered by your ear. Moan, groan, tug at the sheets I kissed you back, I kissed you back. My fingers grazed your stomach I can see your bones Oh, keep going. Please don't stop.Please Pass, Christian
You closed your eyes They rolled, rolled back. I let you lift my leg We connected. Hello, puzzle piece. You breathed out hard And I couldn't catch my breath. You took my air. I'll share, I'll share. I kissed you back. I kissed you back. But I was really thinking of him.
la ti do
Longing
i would kill whoever put it there if it was
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What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.
it made me sad
cause you aren't in that class anymore
and down in some weird southern state
then i wanted to cry from embarrassment
it was horrid
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What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.
i found you samantha secret agent i have no clue yes i found you samantha secret agent hair of fireeee.
lmao summer days.
i miss last summer
we better make this summer worthwhile.. lmao 2 am trips to the land of taco bell...?
huzzah.
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no!
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Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
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no!
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no!
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