spending most of your lifeforce trying to protect others from thy self is a pickle.

dreams belong to the dreamer

life flies and chrashes
whiplash crawls through my bones

you laugh
and i yearn
for the slit
of your eye

take me on
a ride
on the wrinkles
of that smile

when i lingered my smile on your eyes
you must have seen a weakthing
i am tough, boy
centuries passed laughing through broken bones

when i ran my hair through your fingers
you must have felt a babygirl
i am old, boy
a lost continent lies within my soul

when i wanted sleep to get me from your arms
you must have thought i can't dream alone
i am cold, boy
a blanket would suffice