daisies pt 3
for leonard
his heart of string unravels
when the confessing hours of morning
speak
frayed at the ends
it
is weary and tired of cocooning her
when she cannot provide
early light creeps along the walls
emphasize her eagor knots
to keep it
together
the blue questions
his undying emotion
he with out protest
patiently, vigilantly
wraps
what is keepable
and perpetuates with every fibre.
laying awake
a dream of what it would've been like
a history
of falling graces
do you understand my jumbled
words
define not
but ideas
life
is for living
per se
can you
regret
what
will
happen
?
lyrotica
page beckons
the pen erect
tension smears over soft sheet
press firm
up down
dig in
rip wide open now
what flows
fills
and overspills
violent exhilaration
intense exhaust
what can be released is free;
oh, how the words rape me.
his heart of string unravels
when the confessing hours of morning
speak
frayed at the ends
it
is weary and tired of cocooning her
when she cannot provide
early light creeps along the walls
emphasize her eagor knots
to keep it
together
the blue questions
his undying emotion
he with out protest
patiently, vigilantly
wraps
what is keepable
and perpetuates with every fibre.
laying awake
a dream of what it would've been like
a history
of falling graces
do you understand my jumbled
words
define not
but ideas
life
is for living
per se
can you
regret
what
will
happen
?
lyrotica
page beckons
the pen erect
tension smears over soft sheet
press firm
up down
dig in
rip wide open now
what flows
fills
and overspills
violent exhilaration
intense exhaust
what can be released is free;
oh, how the words rape me.