she.

She who has the soul of a fox,

Who can love deeper than canyon.

She who has the mind of a man,

And a body of a Goddess.

Crinkle.

To touch her sky one last time, the velvet skin rubbing against

Cold hands that touch. Wandering minds meet behind the lies and

Hot summer months. Tears of joy run down her porcelain face, while

Butterflies mistake her mouth for a rose.

swim to the moon tonight? 

raise them on blues and the rhythm of the forest.

my dad taught me how to climb trees and catch shooting stars. 

when the skies cry, winter is still shy, as the sun melts my thoughts.

Plastic Spoon

Bring forth the head, of the man who cried. He stole my pride and my left eye. Living with nightmares and ghosts, the dark is my only friend. Baking some brains, cleaning my knives and trying to kill some fucking time. 

who made it this way?

Would you believe me if I told you I cut my hair just to forget about you. Feeling something, even words, will bring joy to your soul. Just a little song, something small. When nothing comes in, like when the ocean doesn’t wave to us anymore, the things that used to make me smile don’t exist. Who was I, when I thought love meant something more than four letters and a dead heart. All I need is someone to talk to.

Do you even love me anymore?

How long before time kills us, before my bones turn into dust.

Words that are said and even unsaid, they linger, they stick around.

When the door doesn’t open, aren’t you upset?

With tears that fill my eyes, with thoughts that won’t seem to die.

I can’t stop thinking about the time when we finally spoke.

Words that were nice, words that meant something.

Sure the world still turns round, but when you don’t say

A word to me, my heart crumbles to the ground.

Beyond the sunrises, the sweatshirts, the long cold showers:

Where has the Love gone?

Looked up words that start with B on GOOGLE.

Brilliant blue grass broth

Boldly bangs bamboo

Brown boiling point 

Births bulletproof boy scouts