Penny for my Thoughts
Butterless hubbies falling off..
Butterless hubbies falling off cliffs...that's the way it
should be. I can't tell you how much I've thought of dark
dreams that could never be fed. Swimming in a sea of black.
Charge your fare of humble greetings to the fast action
that my heart provides. Tell me I should expect something
different. If all can see my thoughts bleed, how can anyone
expect to see it when I fail to reach that perfect
understanding of love never hurting.
Childless cries to the sky desiring for it to embrace their
every need in those small crevices of the heart. Breathing
high hopes of imortality to those that...really don't
admire it. How is this?