August, 2006
Night Time Skylines and Submarines.
pet the girl with the wayward hands,
whose hopes are like butterflies in winter.
i didn't want it to hurt you,
and i didn't want you to scream.
it's not that i wanted to silence you,
it's just that i killed all your dreams.
i took them up like a butterfly in winter
and i hid them in mother robins nest.
it's not that i wanted to live without you,
it's just that i cannot look at your breasts.
farewell and fly, dear naysayer of mine,
whose loves felt like butterflies in winter.
i didn't mean to cry when i told you to die,
or to end the sentence with my stutter.
pet the girl with the wayward hands,
whose hopes are like butterflies in winter.
i didn't want it to hurt you,
and i didn't want you to scream.
it's not that i wanted to silence you,
it's just that i killed all your dreams.
i took them up like a butterfly in winter
and i hid them in mother robins nest.
it's not that i wanted to live without you,
it's just that i cannot look at your breasts.
farewell and fly, dear naysayer of mine,
whose loves felt like butterflies in winter.
i didn't mean to cry when i told you to die,
or to end the sentence with my stutter.