Spilled Guts

       The chronicles of a snow angel  

         (Obviously from minnesota)

Onions have layers

Left or right i don’t know 

• Towards your heart i want to go 

A myriad of thoughts all intertwined connected by you

• My thoughts my intentions all honest and true 

Whenever you speak its music to my ears 

• It doesn’t erase my insecurities but it helps wipe away the tears   

I tug at these strings, are they connected to your heart?

• When i see you struggling or sad it hurts my soul i almost fall apart

My soul, my heart take whatever you need 

• I know i can’t fix you but let me numb the pain is all i plead 

Stay golden Ponyboy

The hours tick and my skin dies 

• Why must i think like this why must i see through these eyes

I watch clouds float by and i watch the sun rise and sleep 

• Why must I feel this way and at times lose my appetite and sleep

I’ve felt the death of winter and the birth of summer 

• Do inspire love in you or am i just a bummer 

I haven’t been on this earth long it’s true 

• There so many beautiful things on it though and i also see it in you 

They may take our lives…………

Regrets I have some who doesn’t I some in my closet

• I know i don’t the best voice sounding like a rusty faucet 

The insecurities are long like unnecessary grocery list 

• There are times in life where are yearn for bliss 

Struggle is part of life but i just want sleep 

• You’ve broken and entered my heart how did you get so deep

Your thoughts your voice your pain

• How are you still alive how are you still sane 

No matter what happens I won’t hate you that would be rude

• After all our time together is “So tasty and yummy and m mmmm so good”