Rattling off words, i often find myself pondering why I let you in.
I spark back at you any words that quickly
flow out of my my mouth...
As if you came looking for me.
Hopeles with nothing but myself to lose.
Tonight listen for th creeping, crossing, crowing, of
creatures of the night, slinkng in the pond we once drifted
so soundly in a banana colored canoe.
I now find myself here...
Rattling off words, anything that spews from my mouth.
Only one thing drives me,
the complicated mix of sorrowful and sedistic love
that so inclines our tension.
You're undeserving filth of whom has my undying love.
Ignorance to every intention.