Poem: Soft-lit diner (like this)
We’re sitting down at a soft-lit diner
You’re asking about my old man, the coal miner
I think of soft petals when I see you
Your grey truck is parked out front
There’s flowers in my hair and flowers in my hands
The only arguments we have are about who are the best bands
And I always win
I always win
You listen to the things I say, like they’re important
And your gorgeous pale skin is coming to focus
I’m not sure when I want to press the shutter
Because I just love looking at you like this
Ambivalent
Pink kiss
Collagen lips
I love looking at you like this
This is about the time that I begin to get paranoid
But, no
My gaze is on you
The sky interrupts me into pieces
I have nothing to be guilty about
I think I’ve got it figured out
I’m madly in heaven; the ocean is crisp
The sea makes me forget about the bitter drip
Your eyes are magnified
Ambivalent
Pink kiss
Collagen lips
I love looking at you like this
I found myself without inspiration
So I didn’t write for weeks
I think you know
I think you know
If I took your hand, where I would lead you to
I have nothing to be guilty about
This time around
This time around
I’m running away from you on the playground
I’m running away from you on the playground
Your voice is my new favourite sound
I say to you
Speak loud
This time around
This time around
I’m running away from you on the playground
Your voice is my new favourite sound
Your voice is my new favourite sound
The ocean is crisp
I love looking at you like this
