"Don't Believe Everything you HeAr On THe RadIO."
We are so robotic.
We are so romantic.
We are so many calories.
We are a utopia.
You are white wine.
Stop the definitions.
We are in love.
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
War Paint.
Cut Wrists.
Broken Teeth.
Sound of Smiling.
Crooked Fingers.
Bloody Noses.
Girls in Love.
Boys with Weights.
Mom's with Hearts.
God's with Immortality.
Cut Paper.
Touching Toes.
Bruised Knees.
Missing Minds.
Soft Hands.
I can tell you everything about us.
I can tell you our names.
The color of our hair.
What we think about as it rains.
What it looks like when we die.
But must importantly I can tell you what it sounds like when you call upon God.
Are you ready?
It sounds like this are you ready? It sounds like this.
I love darby
Cut Wrists.
Broken Teeth.
Sound of Smiling.
Crooked Fingers.
Bloody Noses.
Girls in Love.
Boys with Weights.
Mom's with Hearts.
God's with Immortality.
Cut Paper.
Touching Toes.
Bruised Knees.
Missing Minds.
Soft Hands.
I can tell you everything about us.
I can tell you our names.
The color of our hair.
What we think about as it rains.
What it looks like when we die.
But must importantly I can tell you what it sounds like when you call upon God.
Are you ready?
It sounds like this are you ready? It sounds like this.
I love darby
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Read me like a prayer.
We are heads with no faces.
Our mothers disgraces.
We are soundless beings.
Our ears are emptiness we need you.
I pray to fly you in the sky even if it's just for a day.
Give me love, give me eternal salvation.
I feel speechless.
My body is tied to every radiator.
Harvest me. Please harvest me.
God bless me. God remember what I wrote about the grave yard. I wish it was a love poem.
This is my prayer. This is my love poem.
Hang us on the wall. Hang us like paint on a steeple, Jesus on a cross, A fish on a hook.
We are heads with no faces.
Our mothers disgraces.
We are soundless beings.
Our ears are emptiness we need you.
I pray to fly you in the sky even if it's just for a day.
Give me love, give me eternal salvation.
I feel speechless.
My body is tied to every radiator.
Harvest me. Please harvest me.
God bless me. God remember what I wrote about the grave yard. I wish it was a love poem.
This is my prayer. This is my love poem.
Hang us on the wall. Hang us like paint on a steeple, Jesus on a cross, A fish on a hook.
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