Soon

Today I'm writing a Christmas song


The snow is blinding
Like our loving used to be
I can't tell the ground from sky

We've left the place where as children we'd sleep
This winter - in your arms I do lye

We wake by the water
The wind seems much colder
Than the one that blew back west
And if you feel lonesome
Just fall on my shoulder
I'll hold you til Christmas has left

The sun is setting
Through the frosted window
Casting patterns on your  thigh

We've left the place where as children we'd sleep
This winter - in your arms I do lye

Fffat Boy

your mouth
is a lake
and i want it so badly
i'll live off the and


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set it down
to let things slow
i did not want this
look what i've found
some fun i suppose
is this really how
forever will play out

Mitch is at work

if i move
i do not know surely
where i will take myself to
so I wait for a sound
to the balcony for a cigarette
with only 3 left
before it dies down

i'll wash my hair
and hope he's home
to hold and smile
and smile less shyly now.

Fat Boy

WEDNESDAY OCTOBER

careful what you are saying
are you surely positioned to speak
on behalf of yourself
it could be good
you may lye exactly where you should lay

it's just another sleep
but you're not counting like before
just rest you won't be damned
if you shut your eyes awhile
trying hard to forget the sun that
used to spread


it is painful to write
and trouble to sing

today i feel as I am turning
to my mother
for all of my new traits
i can see why accepting a
role of powerlessness is
a cop out like the drink i used to
turn

Secrets First Entry

I've got a job for you
only are you willing to take it
fit a letter inbetween
his hands and ask him to sign the statement

My notes say

Links way 1640 Victoria And I can recall when I asked you. Asked you to tell me the truth. And I still recall when I lay my head down by the (fire)