she rests underneath ascending steps with erect veins
expects outgoing men to step in
smiling muscles intact for any person that might happen to pass
got a flower stashed inside of an hourglass ,
and every man since dad has gotten petals from her wind blown in the wrong direction
still wilted
feel quilted patterns on her tattered clothes
feel the thin textile
kill her noise
look for that smile .
honey child . . . who keeps those vintage style pictures in your cookie jar
quit singing " share my world " and swim in my continent,
selfishly .
with a governed state of mind unzip my codes ,
stroll thorugh my district
collect citations and tickets in my city life .
get inside this ghosttown saloon, miss saigon .
hang your coat up,sit down .
strip down .
come sit on my lap . . . . it's warm .
Don't be scared to be intimate.
have you been listening to the stories in my footsteps?
they're numbered just like yours .
let your hair down .
i will play a song for you on the piano:
first ill show you all the lettered keys that struck a chord to your heart
I'll take half steps to make you whole again.
I'll even show you how to drown it all together..
keep your feet with my feet and hit the pedal.
Your so pretty.
