Running away from you seems so easy..
December 2011
Trying to write these emotions down In my purple compbook of love, The hotel room stole all my Ink From their complimentary pens So I’ll wear out the buttons on my phone Typing out about a scared lover Hiding her emotions in between her sheets And the darkness of the reality of the world
November 2011
I have a headache. I feel depressed. I wish I was anywhere but here
Letters under doormats Blankets and skin, Yellow moons through the street light fog, We’re in it for the wine and the sin, Snails and poetry, Underwater touching, Through the dew and the breeze, Her love pecks got me bashful down to my knees
Number 9 Dream
Number 9 Dream - John Lennon
