It's perfectly ok, I'm afraid, too
Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it But most repeat the same theme over and over again, It's as if they were trying to refine what seems
(Oh crashing airplane, where were you the day she left?) underneath the laughs there lies a need that nobody is getting. and an honesty that doesn
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, Spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; Then on ladders and steps
We move by instinct, darling let our hands be hatchets, let us wander blindly, swinging madly in a forest made of flesh. we move by instinct, darling
Oh, you've a pretty mouth, leave your lips to linger on my skin and kiss me one last time i will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter
Don't call this an art project. this is science, this is progress. and don't pretend these are heartfelt words, we are children dressed as surgeons
There was once a great kingdom, and its great king had a beautiful daughter who passed her days in solitude, weaving garments for the pleasure of her
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she
Both butterflies and dragonflies have wings like when you sing i swear you hit two different notes but they don't harmonize as clean as when you speak
She forced a smile, said, "Boy, come kiss my mouth?I'll set you free. You know that hope you're holding to? It looks an awful lot like fear. Now, you'
You still cross my mind from time lo lime. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why So I retrace our every step with
I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams. While I slept you kept running yourself through my head, Like, "I won't be dead yet." I
In the last quarter of the twentieth century much of the world sat on the edge of an increasingly expensive theater seat waiting for something momentous
They stored their passion in the creases in the corners of their mouths, every angle of light from the open window washed their aged faces out. They
I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I walked by you ? heard your voice but couldn't tell that it was you. And, slowly, watched your sickness
(Crows, wipe the blood from the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns its skin into coal
Pick up the phone. (blessed be the thief, disguised in skin, and blessed are the fingers that gesture him in.) paint the receiver to the side of the