i can now sing the song , that always made me cry.
soak them notes, dry memories.

blinded heart.

i can now sing the song ,
that always made me cry.

soak them notes, dry memories.

blinded heart.

i can now sing the song ,
that always made me cry.

soak them, dry memories.

yellow bird.

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" If matter-transmitting was available, i'd transport my ass down to you, hold you for a while, and bring you over to my house.And i'll make you a nice bath, with those scented oils. I'd probably join you too. and give you a nice foot massage, and an all over body rub.

Then wrap you in some nice warm towels, and take you to my room. and Tuck you in tightly, kiss your forehead, and tell you: i'm not going anywhere. I'll watch you as you sleep, and think about how on earth this beautiful woman came into my life.God you're special. " - Danny

it made me so speechless it made it almost cry.

danny i wish there was someone like this along in my life.

a twinkle of that feeling once and i'll die as happy as ever.

come on yellow bird, where are you?

traffic lights.

For a fraction of that moment, i thought it was you.
The traffic lights felt the same.
The force pulling me away from the road felt the same.
It felt the same.
Except it wasn't you.
It just wasn't you.

I was on the sidewalk,
in my bikini, inhaling exhaling my usual puffs.
I felt like crying, screaming so all the latterns in the sky
would fall.
And they would bruise and burn
like I was, at that very moment.

Why wouldn't thoughts of you go away.
Why do I still think of you every once in a while.
Why do I still believe I'm not good enough.
Why do I still let thoughts of you make me think this way.

Why do I still let myeslf be haunted by these thoughts like this.

petals

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She held a petal between her tongues - chipped
Swollen and blue.

I was in love once -
And I will always be.

I loved you once this much -
And it will always be.

There were petals falling from her knees -
Pretty floral wounds need to recover.

There were crying Thumbelina's under her nails -
Soak them wet, leave them to the dawn.

Tulip fields, flattened in a book -
I will always be around in your tulip exhales.

You will close your eyes and fall asleep -
A long long sleep and I'll come to life again.


Lost in a haze but will come to life again.

crystal balls.

Softly, make her glow.

Lost and lonely dancers in the
twisting water, make her glow.
Licked daylight into dreams;
moving lips are real.

bruised lips and shut lids;

i look into crystal balls and only see the past.
But spinning on that dizzy edge;
crystal ball tell me she'll rise.
pull her hair, arch her back but make her rise.

There is this moment when i stare into the blue light;
and fall into a state of only seeing estatic visions.
baby i only see visions.
Senses are swollen to the bottomless pit;
you are gone and i only see visions.

i promised you a sonnet that was never written;
about the love story that never happened.
the heart across the ranging sea took my voice,
it devoured me, love, away with my voice.

thoughts of you pour down like summer's rain.
and it suffocates, and gets so hard to breathe -
when these tearful vines are tied shut ,
with a hopeful apneatic knot.

it'd be funny to think i love you.
it'd be funny to think i love you.