February 2011
1 post
Jungle Fever
my favorite smell is the leaves in the fall
i wonder if i could ever count them all
your lips are pinker than patrick on spongebob
for every leaf that falls, my heart sighs once more
my withered soul clawing at the door
lying naked on the floor
like that song by that stupid whore
(but if you listen real close;
you’ll hear the whisper ofÂ
true
lov
e’s
ghost)
gaping like...
