Long Nails Keep Me Here

My hands are still so smooth

and yours are harsh like they've been through enough

But a heart has more stories to tell than that

I love the fingers in the strands

I love the lips in the hearing aide

I love the eyes in mine

and I love the heart in the palm of my hands

"i fell into pieces and she fell into me"

What'd you do that for?

I'm calling you out

I have every mind focusing in on this

So turn around so we can breathe down your neck

I'll make the hairs stand straight up

There is nothing but skin;

Hardly any bone at all

girl i promise it'll end with one foot on your chest or one in the grave

I Ran Out

Mt. Rushmore

more rush

rush into caverns of rock

more heavy heart

too much to think

too much to spend

my rib cage is panning gold for the short price of nothing

I Hope Not

I am in no way a writer

I only throw words together

in hopes of having a beautiful aspect of life

this does not have to make sense to you

my grammar does not matter

I know how I want to use these words

&

I want to use them against you

Wildly Celebrate

I use to dream about hovering above the grounds for a split second

and underneath me would be little tiny creatures that didn't have any feelings

I'm glad that I don't live in that world

to be crushed and have no one care?

Now that's awful

I was made in the flower bed

What is home?

What is family?

Do I suffer from amnesia?

Are you listening?

Is God listening?

I'm hearing the answers, but I circle the wrong thoughts.