2pence

We always have a home, whether it's from the heart or from a tome, we will always have a home. if I can just achieve, and get one more card up my sleeve, I'll find that's why I can't leave, though I've finished another tome, I must stay here at home. to moral quandary and spirit lost, i dive and swim with ease, but as i awake to find I must leave, i can do nothing but shiver. Yet, I look past to a time at which I could only see, beauty lies in everything, and I am ever only free.

Run, my walking friend, off the beaten path you these eyes have found. For you otherwise death and the machine be bound. Under you aflutter those who do not speak pay no attention, of them are spirits meek. Here they sway, hear one way. Pay no attention to the words of the dead. Opinionated, many but one in chief. Through all these words, which you have read, "you failed to recognize, I am but a fallen leaf." "But, dear leaf, you do not see. Allow me to explain..." Ne'er a motion, ended a notion, without a fear. My dear friend ended in motion, without further notion, The conversation died in vain. Away I go, ever slow, my eyes

i want a girl for whom i can be greedy  for. she will be too much. i won't be proud to kiss her because i know how greatly i've deprived the world of such a free soul. she will be mine, and to think i could have her at any moment... it would be like dancing on water whenever i chose. whatever color resides within those eyes is a reflection of her fire, when they are blue, she is the one. when her eyes are green, she has metal on her mind when they are red, she keeps her cool, as sirens do when their prey arrive so punctually. she is my punk, the knife in my shoulder she is my harlot, the beast ever colder, and i would wince under h