I would especially like to apologize
to you, for I
was skipping rocks
over the pool
of which you cried
-s's.
all I did was leap and miss
I'm this,
retroactive, pining for a sliver of him
golden embroidered
hummingbird pin
-s's.
She wouldn’t mind if you didn't keep your
mouth shut
Poppies of your dreams start to sprout, marveling
She won’t even care
If you’ve nothing to spare
Don't be afraid.
-s’s.
belittled by war
where it comes behind
it will surely go
-s’s.
I am myself as one says I am,
Suggesting my home of a soul stay the way
I have been all morning sitting sitting sitting boring
-s’s.
my songs are going to come true
and one by one, each one of you, too,
Try to relinquish my thoughts, but what would that do?
a songstress with something on her mind,
and nothing to fall on top of behind,
trying to patch things that never were, or never was
doesn't matter if it never takes off
because all of this will always be enough.
something in soft wind
something in lockets
women in frost
fleeing the country
A little bit lost
it felt
-s’s.
You’re not the origin
you’re addicted to leaving
and the old souls hold close their
broken things; clear glass,
porcelain and knickknacks
-s's.
what’s meant for me will come out of you
what’s been ignored is the bitter truth
what’s the deal with my indifference?
I should decorate this innocence
with roses
-s’s.
I'm tired of living this through time and time again Seeing you feels Like being dead promise I will stop or promise I won't whatever the choice you don't have to know -s's.