THE LAST OF TREES...
...SOME DAYS, MY LIFE FEELS LIKE A SMOTHERING EMBER TO KEEP THE SPARK ALIVE...
...the flickering lights at discount stores make the prices seem cheaper than what they really are and there is no one really shopping alone: everybody's eyes look like hot dog stands while every girl there has mother breath: children remain the pills as the world's charm...there is a belly full of sunshine kicking inside some girl's womb right now...clumsy, undecided innocence...a victim of dominated abuse while the high heels click concrete rhythms that stir looks with the siren hooks of opiate-gazed needles of a twilight fix..
...AND I MET HER... not when she wore the blue hair, but after she talked about once dying her dead cells the shade of open sky...and changed it to red when she first met me, though she was truly a brunette when her legs got between me...she was wearing black...I had on a Who t-shirt...it didn't count because i got it from a department store, so i was wearing black...and she had on me...we were wearing each other...i had on her...and we were above each other, yet always below...like trees...she is like shadows...her leaves still pass in the shade of a breeze.
...SOME DAYS, MY LIFE FEELS LIKE A SMOTHERING EMBER TO KEEP THE SPARK ALIVE...
...the flickering lights at discount stores make the prices seem cheaper than what they really are and there is no one really shopping alone: everybody's eyes look like hot dog stands while every girl there has mother breath: children remain the pills as the world's charm...there is a belly full of sunshine kicking inside some girl's womb right now...clumsy, undecided innocence...a victim of dominated abuse while the high heels click concrete rhythms that stir looks with the siren hooks of opiate-gazed needles of a twilight fix..
...AND I MET HER... not when she wore the blue hair, but after she talked about once dying her dead cells the shade of open sky...and changed it to red when she first met me, though she was truly a brunette when her legs got between me...she was wearing black...I had on a Who t-shirt...it didn't count because i got it from a department store, so i was wearing black...and she had on me...we were wearing each other...i had on her...and we were above each other, yet always below...like trees...she is like shadows...her leaves still pass in the shade of a breeze.