One hundred Lonely Years
Oh
Oh benevolent
beloved be as you are
and I’ll make love with you
sing praises between you
Hmmm the way that we blend
and a scent so sweet
She was
She was a mirror
An alignment
An embodiment
A step ahead
And I believed I loved her
DAYDREAMER
Aflame
August 12, 2015
I need a soul to look at. No stimulation stems from rocks. I enjoy my shadows. We dance together in dead streets. We like to hold hands and create tornadoes. In the hands of relation and this chaotic lifeless shapeless home.
One hundred Lonely Years
One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss
Your own
Preference
Redefining
I’m a feathery thing
Unmotivated to motivated hues of humanity
My goal is sanity, real sanity
Blasphemous sanity
Pregnant and maybies now dont forget me
You remember my tosses and turns how I always never learned
Where you count your blessings and let things go
Baby don’t forget me
I’ll always know
Freegrandmaa 