a sorrowed howl for a day id forgive you for your pain
pay up for promises broken
made for a moment
too fragile for romance

never meant to break
cravings a careless taste
for all that’s below you
and all that’s above me
there’s no way to say it
without sparing safety

distant faces
for every other misconception
i know i never learned
what happens not deserved
you’d hope that God gives you his graces
am i still a fool
for hoping
that one day you’d return
what was taken

the sand likes me better
when the skin beneath my clothes is so much wetter

i’m still haunted by their wanting
entertainment made for lives with plans too boring

watching for water
beneath me i lay
in your arms
like a lamb to the slaughter
who would dare to give up
brushed clean gloves
i outgrew old sayings
swallowed by gourmet drinks
peachy and bright just like saints
with their romanced lies