A lovely night under the sun, can’t beat how many times you beat your meat, just for me to come home and I say ‘no’ to you. If it will be, then let matters be.

To wonder in the fields, because trying again feels like we might make it this time. And quite there is no destination, however. And yet there are sown touching wonderment in all pathways.

Evil never portrays a laugh, a smirk, or a smile. It blinks you in eye, smacks your lips, and stuffs your nose. One way out is to believe there is one.

To question your sense of power; to go beyond your sense of health. You scratch my back, and I’ll pick up a pitchfork.

I’m better without you, I know it. But with having a maker, I can’t show it. You can’t fold it, and I can’t touch it. It’s feverishly driven you mad that another man may dethrone you, before the clock ends. And I’m just wild for believing it.

Life gets easier, when you stop giving people a reason to attack you. The very thing that spoils you is my lore to the spoils of war. Dammit!

They always ask if you two are still together, when they’ll give anything to stir the pot and so happen to brake the two of you up. But sometimes your friends are right…what are we still doing together??

It’s never because you’re not cute enough, or your hair doesn’t flip the same way when you first met. I will say, it can be, simply put, that his eyes have changed from a gory pink to a bright summer green.

Some odd years later and we’re tainted in a padded wall vortex. The best practiced miracle happens when you walk away. A cushion that shrivels when I sit, never served a purpose.

A chance spent on luck is a chance taken to a rear side. A penny couldn’t cost me anything but my savings. So why truly is a life given to be but so short, stumped, and taken. A cycle so dim that even a butterfly wouldn’t pass up. Imagine that.