Skin

Aside

softly feeling the story in your crinkles

and your eyes pulling me closer

in, I take time to study your wrinkles

as you pull my body entirely over

the racing beat of your heart

we lay soaked in sublime and white

still lost deep, far from the start

lets love forever here in tonight

 

 

 

 

Be Real

Standard

another boring day zombies taking over
hungry for more, more, more DEATH
another boring day vanity sucking life dry
superficial days the ways no one speaks
not anymore are words used to create,
they search for acceptance and popularity
vanity striking, everywhere I go I see BULLSHIT
drowning in endless conversations about nothing
not one ounce of depth, I space out and imagine
what if I explode on these bitches, go psycho HAHA
like an addict in withdrawal I ache for a connection
I am desperate can you help me, can you?