Your heart is a machine, Made up of radio parts. I can hear it when I lean against your chest. The flesh is comforting, But the metal on metal sound Haunts my dreams.
I get a little lost in the cup of tea, You made for me. I taste it and remember The first time I came to this place. I nearly added my usual cubes of sugar But the waitress said, "This was made especially for you. Try it first." I was slightly terrified for an instant.... Continue Reading →