i wouldnt want to share discression.
figure out what is mine
and leave whats left as yours
screaming
feeling the fear fill the hollow
passing by
fearing fill me up oh yeah
can you tell me of a melody
sweet and low
high with sorrow, fever heated flesh skin flushed
blushed rushed
flutter
flitter
butterfly
flicker
like movie reels
black and white of
checkered picnics
with the blow up pool
colgate smiles
tell me how much ive grown and tatooed with loves painted in red to blush heated cheeks
pinched raw on
the first of july.