Category Archives: Scars

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise

And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise

Your body is a wonderland

The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted

Your body is a wonderland

The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted