You’d stay silent, just holding my hand, and I believe itBut would you save the girl with the mustacheWould you be the golden child with bright clear eyes and a careless smileThe teacher that jumped on desksOr the soccer coach intern Would you love goldilocks in her short skirt as she holds her binder andContinue reading “Different people in different times”
Tag Archives: music
“You’re myyy cherry pie”
Free love, that’s what we are made of
You really got me
Red
When the song looms on a repeat tune; the kind that gently hops around the parameter of your heart, so does the aura of him. Red; the color of the show. The essence of time. The feelings at hand.Raw, the smell of meat. His flesh underneath. His open words… wounds.He’s on the highest shelf, neverContinue reading “Red”
If you don’t love me now
No letting go
Not afraid to love
Your eyes by the window
Your eyes like window light through glass your skin; either blushed or heated or darkened by the sun your smile, says it all by staying bitter or hopeful your hands, rule me like they know where to guide your torso; to rest on for music to play on
Walking on a dream, how can I explain
You’re my sunflower
Shadows
Au burnn
‘Til morning
Going on the same path, headed different directions
Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world ofContinue reading “Going on the same path, headed different directions”
Free
2019/08
Innocent heart
जुस्तजू क्या है
What is yearning
Bombshell
Forty days and forty nights, I’ve waited for a guy like you to come and save my life
Dancing when you feel like it
“They’re singing Deck The Halls
andd my life sucks”
Oy yoi yoi
I want to touch
Rat kids
Tonight, my favorite song is ‘Dont stop believing’ by Journey. In the guitar strings is our experience in this dark of the night. Rainy metro city concrete floors, concrete walls. Dark nights, cloudy days, spans of loneliness that lasts months on end. You’ve become an American boy, more than I’ve ever become an American girl.Continue reading “Rat kids”
