Northern Winds

Some things I can’t control

Swept up again

Swirling

Tattooed

"Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn

Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything"

Are You Mad At Me

 You only ask me if I am upset when I don’t have the right to be

You are a child, and I always meet you more than half way

Baby talk and sleepless nights

Knowing no one else will love my disgusting self

I daydream of going back home

Knowing there isn’t one