SaturdayInJuly

oh well
oh well
i can't live with myself

as i'm climbing in your window
to get to your bed

and i'll be what you need
you can call me anything
just as long as we're still friends
 

it was when
your hands went limp
and your eyes went dim
and you didn't kiss me like you did before

that i knew
if i were to ask you
if you still loved me,
you would say,
"i don't think i know how to anymore."

k.p.k

i am not as fine as i seem
pardon me for yelling 
i'm telling you
green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche
it's a different me
a difficult to be, stop feasting down lumber trees
freeze frame

please let me paint a mental picture portrait
something you won't forget
it's all about my forehead
and now it is a door that holds back contents
that make Pandora's box's contents look non-violent