three syllables
three bells
thinking in threes
which one is it
which one will it be
thinking in threes
which one is it
which one will it be
this one, the blue clouds, blueberries?
love and it's real
it's real
so many yellows!
so many yellows!
so is all this light
all this light so much of it
this light this one oh only this one
you, me and her
did it slip right by me?
this one is pink
this one's for friendship
theirs and not his
theirs and never his
all of theirs and never his
something in here, wired in me
white in me
all that was peachy pink
all of me is raw and red
you, me and her
did it slip right by me?
this one is pink
this one's for friendship
theirs and not his
theirs and never his
all of theirs and never his
something in here, wired in me
white in me
all that was peachy pink
all of me is raw and red
all of me is raw and red
it's coming at you
and is it real
it's coming at you really at them
coming at you really at them
black ants seem to multiply faster than birds
protecting them?
it's coming at you
and is it real
it's coming at you really at them
coming at you really at them
black ants seem to multiply faster than birds
protecting them?
it was up to you
it was up to you
you did the right thing
they never told you
no one will tell you but you know
covered in snow
that's how it is here
you think nothing can live here
you did the right thing
you did the right thing
part of my legs bare in the snow
you are here, you and her
you are in plaid
you think nothing can live here
you did the right thing
you did the right thing
part of my legs bare in the snow
you are here, you and her
you are in plaid
you now and him
you and her
you now and him
your hair is red
and you are silent
the night is black
your room is silent
the door never shuts and never opens
you now and him
you now and him
the night is black
your room is silent
the door never shuts and never opens
you now and him
you now and him
what are these eyes
they belong to him
the eyes are glowing
yes it was hot hot in there
yes it was hot in there
promising safety
me to him him to me
and it's getting dark
dark it's getting his text
a light! another then another
oh a storm quieted down!
this thing that lives in my head
what are those lights
what is that face
the presents under the tree [?????]
is this coming day, now it's night
day now it's night in the snow marking it
presents under the tree
flames move like water
this nightthere's no one around
my cat, the snow a mountain
a spark of deadly freeze
at your fingers
what soul could live here
they're stirring white paste
bag pink
it has a peachy smell
there's a devil doll
in the shop
in the shop
I feel rawness and blisters every time I breathe in
aching, aching my body
in from the cold
a ring, one for every kind of day
I went over this recently and it needed a lot of work.....not publishing the final version just yet but here's a MUCH more refined version the last few were very rough ******************LMSaiter
8 am, 7 am which hour was it
plastic is cheap barely containing
somewhere it spilled
overspilled
a car, too many
crossing the street
it was winter this time
other earrings, those ones gold
the others diamond
this that's happening
I can't feel my mind
I've stepped outside myself
someone grabs my wrist someone grabs me
being naked being desired feeling the buzz
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