At birth given scars along tender heart liberties. Injustice for awkward living situated casualties. They lay dead along your floor careful not to wake them they're sleeping.
With the worries that I'd give her and she told the worst of me. My wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze. No, I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please.
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby. Panic stirred me, awakened by a ringing phone in time. Where and when would I see her?. . Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth.