I need time to for myself and time to think. 

I met a man down the street who sold me ten years worth of time and a bottle of wine for the wisdom that sits in the back of my mouth.

   To take back the time, to say sorry before you weren’t mine.

I can’t tell whether you want a bite of this brain

                         Or you just like the color of my eyes

I want to love you in the fucking silent winter-

Nothing but our bare souls and a blanket of snow to cover

us    

               Lost before you found me, I’m sorry if I’m cautious.

I need to protect this BLACK heart, as for I am learning.

Watching myself grow, watching these roots

Dig deep into the Earth,

Where to begin, how to start

I can’t seem to find the time we shared

It’s lost in between your lies and my sins

Between your teeth and your throat

Like a flame that just won’t give

Take my body, shower me with misery

I can’t seem to find anything these days

My mind has been floating for far too long

can’t promise

Til the moon loves the summer

And the winter kisses the wind

Til the sun eats my thoughts and

The spring hugs my sanity again

    I will try to love you

I don’t know how to feel about this mess

That sits upon my torn heart

Beaten to death,

My love needs a rest.

I can’t seem to see straight,

My eyes have been glazed

Over for years

And now I finally see

What has happened to the

Real me.

Where my soul has been,

I’m not quite sure.

I hope they took care of my

Head while I was gone.

Before the midnight sky,

and my Wolf Heart

I can see my reflection

in the rain

and I know

that Torr hasn’t been the same.

I want to get back to basics,

Get the boys together-

Have Friendsgiving Dinner

Every Night.

I miss the Old Torr

I think we all do.

 Time to find her.

Dressed to impress the mayor

Taking advice from a dead guy is as good as making

Love with no fire-

Useless-

When nothing makes sense- you can’t seem to

Find your ground…

Just look up at the Moon- she can

Save you- she

Always seems to save me

Your mind is the garden, your thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds.
                                                   ~William Wordsworth