Rolling

There is nothing as soothing than the outer warmth that is supplied by him. Making me only aching for more.

Only to that is this seductively savvy.
I dont want to stand this talking that is driving me to retreat into a shell built all over my very own.

All I beg for is a pin drop of peace to sort through random thoughts. Why is this too much to take in and to some so easy to misunderstand.

I would give the most to know how to speak the words with the right spellings. Exhausting it all.
Always waiting so you would be satisfied just until the wheels spin.

The Rockies

Hearing those words are almost harder to handle than a shattered heart. Believing that these words are true could be worse.

I sit on the corner of 16th listening to the complaints on people's faces. On the other side I view the two that couldn't be bothered. Forever will I remember.

All of this makes me grimly smile at how much no one knows I see.

There goes that guy on a bike who seems to enjoy his paid time, not sure if he earns to dive into the seed.

Only wishing I had thoughts that drove me to jot down harmonies to fill my ear to the fullest.

There is one person that sticks to my brain like cement, the only thing I desire is to ignore it and chip away at the nuisance of this long standing statue.

Only wanting to be as satisfied as the souls that are at the end of Curtis Corner. Blowing slowly is this wind, begging to give me some muscle to offer me some relief. I am fine.