I go from city to city and town to town Look and observe and then write it down People...
I wonder if you ever think of me, fucking you, or you, fucking me, these days .. ...
When one knows the truth, It is very difficult, To hide from others.
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This poem is about the secrets of wartime hotels Trying to paint a picture of the sights and smells...
Kiss, the secret yellow with me In the forever melt of icy day Where salty stairways gleam...
Within the reach of ears and eyes I plan to plant my seeds surprises Songs of love and...
What I hear What I see Would make my hair curl Even though I don't have many !...
I give you my secrets And know you’ll keep them for yourself I trust you in my darkest...
An Occasional Dream
Occasionally I dream you are imperfect You have torn your dress...
I shall not ask my inner soul those secrets that I keep
Tho do I dig and delve amidst these very...
Dear Mythology, Are you quite content to be The solitary ghost, blowing Through all...
Guten tag to you mein herr, I hope you're feeling well. And dankeschon for the cash, ...
Too much information, invading the waking state's scope Spilling deep into dreams, and waking many...
Will anyone ever cotton on or indeed even ever have a clue ?
To those clandestine circumstances,...
Spirals spinning circles Oh those mysteries of secrete
Paranoia of propergander from the...
For him to truley love me.. I have to accept I'm just his toy. Deep down I know the truth.....
I embrace the secrets from my youth With an unexpected ease A childish tear rolls down on me...