Las Vegas, where it’s normal to go to church Sunday morning and a strip club that night.
I need to get out of this town.
I don’t take the thorns off of my roses because pain and beauty often go hand in hand. Whether it is heart ache or envy.
Sometimes I feel myself falter.
It’s as if my toes are about to slip from the rail, &lost I shall be.
My eyes shut, However they’ll not stay closed.
My mind is tired, &hazy from the smoke.
I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you back.
Lack of sleep clouds my judgement, while doubts cloud the sky.
To wake&look in your eyes would be favorite things to do with my first breath.
