Ethereal

Could it think, my heart? Then it would stop my heart Don’t you ever wish it would lie? So it would bring back the sight Of your sensual self The self that was always in the way Of you loving me By now it’s all torn into shreds But I guess you’ll have to puzzle…

Memories of you

Memories of you That I just don’t have right now I’ll make them up One cup of wanting you Two cups of hoping somehow These things come true While I’m staring at pictures of you While I’m staring at pictures of you Yearning Longing Making up memories of you Making up memories of you For…