05-14-2011, 09:50 AM
You unravel your suit in the sickly pale color of the
room, and I lay in bed with my curlers, conjuring
up images of your equally pale frame climbing into
the comfort of our bought home. Like once spoiled
and now motionless pet parakeets stuffed uncomfortably
in a shoe-box labeled 'lovely' we seem slothful, I suppose
'He' was watching us then.
Your lips catch mine and set sparks off in the room like
flints, our surroundings blur and change into a vintage
50's TV scene brought to you by: impulses: the lead
paint that varnishes your mind.
room, and I lay in bed with my curlers, conjuring
up images of your equally pale frame climbing into
the comfort of our bought home. Like once spoiled
and now motionless pet parakeets stuffed uncomfortably
in a shoe-box labeled 'lovely' we seem slothful, I suppose
'He' was watching us then.
Your lips catch mine and set sparks off in the room like
flints, our surroundings blur and change into a vintage
50's TV scene brought to you by: impulses: the lead
paint that varnishes your mind.