pigeon

 

no one ever really knew me and maybe

no one ever will.. . loving people loving people

loving people. for kicks around the house.

opportunity craves convenience

touchstone thieves by life or grace

by precarious penetration.

eager minds of dansing children.

agony stricken by terror masked faith

and impoverish season unforgotten unforgiven;

a darkened frame out of focus.

fast forward my fucking head

 

another day of love as is

i will be dead