Half Dead Flowers

Let's dance to Joy Division And kiss to Morrissey Listen to music and lay with me Until your scent is on my sheets   Bring me half dead flowers in the morning, And trace my smile with your Cigarette tainted thumb As you kiss me on the cheek   Whisper coffee-kissed nothings Into my impatient …

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Black

What does it mean when your favorite color isn’t even A color at all? But merely - A lack of everything or The absence of nothing, All at once, Mixed together in a cloud of mystery and uncertainty.   My favorite color is the color of darkness; The color of your dilated pupils that swim …

Photo Album

I think in some alternate universe I’ll be trapped forever inside these Deep purple walls, Looking outside the window and watching The boys in their jumpers Racing eachother on shiny new bicycles - Two wheeled memories that will someday only be a metaphor Of nostalgic comfort and Wasted youth   He told me to smile …

Metaphor.

My bones were a frame, My skin stretched over it like A canvas; Blank. I gave  you a brush And with it the freedom To turn me into whatever you so Desired. I began beatiful Empty Pure But was soon polluted by Images of pain and sorrow That still reside on my body As scars …