Been crying internal bleeding
from wanting the streets
to be cleared from heartache
but the plow came too late
and my love it’s bound up in twisted fate-
feeling it all
then nothing.
What is wrong with me?
The snow is heavy
breaking my fall
wanting to lean up against your wall
so you could kiss me hard
feel my tears as I crawl
as close to you as I dream
in sweet sexy words
that invigorate my senses
as all these questions people ask me
fly right by me
crash into my sea.
I want to float above
but the tide keeps pulling me under
squeezing notes
living on false hopes
wishing that all this thunder
inside me would collide
with yours.
Wrote my last word
and finished the novel
haven’t you heard?
My lover is calling me again
wanting to know when
I will give it away
but…
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