Flawlessyou dream to feeland want to be.There is jealousy in lust. No mar, nor mark,or enhanced trickery,just pale purity. Days passacross your features,worries comebut leave no trace. Beauty I long to revealand relievethe hardships on your skin. There is distancein this desire,the space and dustbetween our skin. r.l.w (while her boots are to die for, […]
Lists. Listsof instructionson what to do aboutjumping streams of jumbled thoughts. It’s one thing to anotherwithoutlucid translationsto explain their connections. When stability or sanityreturnsthe words won’t be any easierto say. r.l.w what started as a couple of lines from tv (which I chopped out of the poem) turned into this.