You’re my song for now and the song is on until its off and that moment hasn’t come so far you’re still my song for now and its on and when it’s off I’ll be the first one to see that the melody is done You’re a butterfly baby, cocooning I’m not losing you I’m … Continue reading The handwriting slant of Ricardo Leyva Muñoz Ramírez
Perhaps I’m more than just a lover but only slightly less than a wife- Because that irritation that you need to feel with her, with me, exits life.. Perhaps you want me to stay, always, but simply cannot say… Too much bullshit forever wrecklessly at play- Perhaps I’m that awesome space between the two, in … Continue reading Job Description
Wrecking Peter to piss off Paul Selling sex on the road to Damascus and met Saul And it’s gonna be a long haul from here y’all Hell ain’t far from this direction at all I still want his kisses but if he gave them I’d deflect I don’t deserve anything that I wouldn’t reject I’m … Continue reading Demented Forever
Thank you, dishonesty. Without you, I might not have had any of the fantastic experiences that you’ve induced during of my short existence so far because the truth actually hurts immediately and a lie can last forever. Thank you, melancholy. If you weren’t there with me at all times, I’d know no good music; I’d … Continue reading Jimmy Fallon
Standing at the bus stop of my heart @ 6:27 pacing, and it’s 90º easily, yet your six o’clock bus is late as usual… Staring at the 6:28 Amtrak schedule in the terminal of my brain planning (and its 92º surprisingly) a quicker and less hectic route to you… Sitting alone on the 6:29 subway … Continue reading Warmer Than Normal for September
In my mind, you go walking barefoot every dawn, unshackled through great cities of other thoughts- You’ve seen the towers of self esteem that protrude and detract with situational weather; you’ve strolled past the open shop windows of lust and morality that plague my decisions and hopes muddled together, you’ve tip toed through the depression … Continue reading Getting by on self helper’s high
Shoo bop, Shoo bop Moments waiting, my baby ooh Shoo bop, Shoo bop Waiting for you is my second favorite thing to do Shoo bop, Shoo bop There’s seven billion of us I’m not special I’m sure if they all knew Shoo bop, Shoo bop Moments waiting, my baby ooh Shoo bop, Shoo bop They’d … Continue reading Motown Street Lights
