peaches

i look up to the stain in the floor boards where you kept your friends under toe,
you want me here but i cant fall through your hair,
eat at the window, covered in leeches,
a loom filled with mirrors,
same day seasonal, somehow its reasonable,
to come find your feather again, bitter strikes the window frame,
blue whiskey reason, talking straight at the thought of you,
but i float past your hero, a tramp like a telephone pole,
breakwater wisdom, stainless gaze, broken by the life you once knew,
and when the shutters draw you in, but the light make her drown you,
you're the reason she learned to fall.

ocean

stained mirror, balloon filled nightmares,
picks through my mind, with the sourness i prevail,
hoped dreams drag me to you, faked out finger lips,
there's no prison like home,
nightingale issues my misery with a picture of you,
still it's ok to lose.

market maze, molecular haze,
there's still no room to move,
evening romance, this hovers above the water,
wake bruises you, shudder inside you lime.
breakwater backwash, the monsoon makes you to soon.

picture frame, silent movie star,
you're in here for the interview, it's all the same,
passenger paupers priest, mine is making you sick,
your broken heart is finally fixed, and i do see where you fit.