I make love like a woman

and I talk

like a fag

I don't like manual labor

never have

I don't like the sun

I like being alone

I don't go to funerals

so don't ask me to go to yours

I am sad

sad like something dead in the road

sad like late nights

driving home

nobody up but you

while a dead world sleeps

I have soft hands, and soft skin and soft hair

kind of light brown, blonde and red

it blows in the wind like little streamers on a little girls bike

my eyes are blue and green

and at night they are black and cold

like the sea

oh, to sink to the bottom of the sea!

and be greeted by sunken ships and buried treasure

a dead swimmer

a cold fish

there's not much down here

I am alone

thank you and

goodnight!

03/19/2014

Posted on 03/19/2014
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