Like the rookie night before the game, Unsure of the road ahead, In my uneasiness I pour, The thoughts out of my head,
I am tired of having to ask, Whether you will be here or not, You are my wife, I deserve better than that,
I would rip you from the sockets, If it meant the sin would leave, I would poke at you with bayonets, If it meant you’d leave me be,
I jumped on my yellow motorcycle this morning for a ride to waste away some time. My favorite direction to go when riding is away…away from the city and cars...
Tightly gripped, Arms bulging as the muscles intertwine around you, Your own personal hiding place, The door that only you have to keys to,