khiori-ak

I want to feel You Beside me. Not in the sick raunchy way, don't shove it in there.... That thing is kind of creepy anyways. No, I want to lay next to you, all nerves and Neediness Want to see the sun spill over your hair and taste the musk that comes along with it. Maybe you'd face me and maybe not but Either way I would desire closeness and warmth even in the middle of July Maybe we could be wrapped up in maroon and green together which is a really ugly color combination but hey these things happen sometimes I would probably smile cause you make me do that sometimes and also you would          Probably Be less than comfort

you are you but you are not you are made of hope and sorrow, broken pieces and Black Ops it was all temporary you itinerate soul i would hear you sing me sweet then reserve into your sea-breeze heart a modern day poseidon you are made of ocean salt-water for veins with spine and intestines are rotting flotsam left your heart as sinking jetsam my nomadic child you sailed away never again to collide with the stars you are gravity defying its dark energy you looked to them for guidance and she fell into you her days measured in sunrises and creaking bedframes [she is left calculating redshift and armageddon] just go eastward and

 hey. hey you. yes, you with the face. with the broken teeth and the painted smile. you listening? cause this has been a long time coming. why? why? why? i'm unbelievable, i'm undeniable. you treated me like a day old newspaper. recycle. renew. restore. skimmed through. read sports. tossed me aside. and the irony? you can't even read. so i guess it isn't suprisingly that you never noticed the stories on my body like braille. try me Skippy, you weren't smart enough in the first place. angular face, clean cut hair and brazillian coffee eyes. it's no suprise mommy and daddy love you dearly. i always prefered shorts and knee hi