When morning melts away the nightand sunshine streams across your face,I am the spirit in that light.I am the afterglow you taste.A mirrored image in the glass,an empty robe, two padding feet,a feathered touch across your ass,the scent that...

Some days I feel like a drowning woman But everyone thinks I'm waving hello While I choke on the way This darkness pulls me under Sadness dwells with nothing to remedyNo company do I keepalone in my melancholy having a personality...