sweetness.

you look for
the quick twist
in the sheets
but I am
the fine wine
aged to maturity
and saturated
in flavor
only refined tongues
come to
taste my
sweetness

finish

I'm still not sure you really want me
I'm still not sure you care
Too much stands between to lose
to let it take me there
I'm coming out of the wings now
I'm walking out of the dark and
I don't know if I have enough left
to let you break my heart
why can't I let go
why can't I fall apart?
Stand up like a woman should
and finish what I start

Regular Pastimes

i am stuck inside
i am blinking it away
facing it the same way
turning it around again
never confessing
just taking my time
stuttering out words of
no intrinsic value
and suffering the
suffering the
suffering
the silence inside