aaaaahhhh im a bedroom stoner don quixote. with a notebook. and a really cool galaxy projector night light thing.
Oh Chiron, my wounded deer!
There is a piece of death stuck in
your achilles heel.
The hunters hunger
nourished by your tender flesh,
their arrow heads removed
with brutal precision
and thrown into the riverbed.
My centaur with a bleeding heart
polished like a stone by the force of Mars.
i wish someone wrestled my pen out of my hand
until i learned how to behave
i fell in love last night
i need to cry myself to sleep!! thats what i need that would be good for me each beat digs deeper im learning lessons i should have learned earlier
god said something i couldn't hear.