I was lost in the woods
not enough tender to make a fire
the unhinged on hinged put their hopes
on a tree
heart-shaped signals made out of smoke
that's that new age desire
but I know what burns I know what burns
yes it was not the eighth from my barber
it was not an estate without my father
it was the faith of my heart leaving safe
hours
I must be the bad guy you asked for the
divorce three weeks after my dad died
than I snapped my synopsis chopped me
with small Flint axes now I'm like a
baby trying to orient myself with the
spin of a burning wood on the fire
with a burning wood on its fire
Pains of the past
and fears of future failures leave me to
cast spells to make my heart the braver
Sailor Taylor Made healing is the
process of hand sewing seams that seem
impossible to redeem my sanctity
my dignity
but what's the snake to do but just stare until sun rises now
don't rival the curves of the Venus I
wake up to your mind's thinking hips
minds thinking lips have you ever seen
her smile
a laugh that borderlines on childlike
and Barney and body
port wine sipper she likes it a Tawny
sorry y'all
yeah
very special person hold on
her laugh it borderlines on childlike
and body language wine sipper her favorite wine
giggles at death and dies from
secondhand embarrassment has a walk that
could stop a room but doesn't have a
lick of arrogance her love doesn't waver
it's like a a compass going north no
variance
she consumes me like a womb I am held in
her arms she tells me the things I need
to know because I know I can be in harm
she loves me at my worst
she loves me at my worst
she put the brakes on my Hearst and it
must be from the kisses that she's
pouring I know when she stares at me
it's only those eyes that I'm adoring
she makes me feel foreign she makes me
feel exotic she makes me feel crazy
about her
but the best part about it
is that I've figured it out
I have completely figured it out yes all
is fair in Love and War
I'm just happy that my pillow doesn't
have to bench press my nightmares
anymore
Now it only holds her up a Sleeping
Beauty
I know what burns I know what burns yes
but now I know what soothes me
thank you
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Comments (1)
I'm just happy that my pillow doesn't have to bench press my nightmares anymore These were my favourite lines. Fantastic poem!