Masquerade

I like rolling downThe windows whileDriving down the Highway.All the cold windRushing around meMakes me feel Alive.The frigid airFlooding my lungsRestarts my battered

The words I praise drip, distastefully, from your lipsAnd onto the floor where they run and spreadUntil they are thin and meaningless rabble.I try to salvage them, and cup them ...

Inside the envelope there is nothing.Rippling words that flowed over paperAnd dripped, tasty, from red lips have failed me.The paper is stained horribly, white, empty,Bland and salty, and smelling of ...

The words I craft drip, distastefully, from your lipsAnd onto the floor where they run and spreadUntil they are thin and meaningless rabble.I try to salvage them, and cup them ...