And when she walked in,
 the wind came with her,
 and blew me off my feet.
 
Knocked on my ass
She stepped right on me.
    Her heel Driving right into my heart.
       I coughed up blood on her Dress,
            from the blow.
                                    My Bad.
But I like the look of me on you.

But please don’t step on me again.
I’m already broken enough.
You offer me your hand,
      and we Stand up.
 
Eyes shot Arrows
       Piercing Pupils
            Like Target Practice.

I suck my teeth and
                 you Flip your Hair.

Well I’m Gone for.
I’m Wild. I’m Mad.
-D.Stark
 

 

And when she walked in,

the wind came with her,

and blew me off my feet.

 

Knocked on my ass

She stepped right on me.

    Her heel Driving right into my heart.

       I coughed up blood on her Dress,

            from the blow.

                                    My Bad.

But I like the look of me on you.

But please don’t step on me again.

I’m already broken enough.

You offer me your hand,

     and we Stand up.

 

Eyes shot Arrows

      Piercing Pupils

            Like Target Practice.

I suck my teeth and

                 you Flip your Hair.

Well I’m Gone for.

I’m Wild. I’m Mad.

-D.Stark

 

I think the Saddest thing is
that the thing i miss the most about you,
is your ass. 

Still when I hear a song with the Right Tempo,
      I feel a Pang in my heart,
Cause I’m Not seeing it move
   Exactly the way you want it to.

I don’t really care about too much,
  And I care even less when
     All I can do is Focus on the

Simple
          Primal
                    Things.

But seriously, I’m Cute, Right?

-D.Stark

I think the Saddest thing is

that the thing i miss the most about you,

is your ass.

Still when I hear a song with the Right Tempo,

     I feel a Pang in my heart,

Cause I’m Not seeing it move

  Exactly the way you want it to.

I don’t really care about too much,

 And I care even less when

    All I can do is Focus on the

Simple

          Primal

                    Things.

But seriously, I’m Cute, Right?

-D.Stark

For SHAME

For SHAME

and the world kept spinning,

even with my face buried in the mud.

the sea could fill my lungs,

blackness at the bottom under my feet;

My toes grip silt.

They could feel the burn.

the fire in the mud cracked my spine

Bubbles floated my body to the crash of the waves.

The wind kissed my face.

Salt and Sweat bake in the sun.

Like the Serpent I shed my skin

And new feet stepped onto the shore.


-Dillon Stark