Folding

1, 2, 3, 4
I'm speaking french I'm wanting more
Here we go
Just sit tight
The wind will rise up
Assure you dont know anything
Or anyone
less than poetic
More than kinetic
Let it ride, let it mellow
I don't see you anymore
The dirt in the shadows
Let's goodbye some more.

Chaste

I wiped the blood off your face
While you told me how
Miserable
We had all been
Apart all this time
The people yelled your name
And we pretended to know
That something more was going to happen
When I fell
Skid across the pavement
I remember counting diamonds
On my skin
Off my skin.
To be chaste
Then let go.

Shoulder

Feathers fallen
On broken glass
Sweep the highway
Yellow lights flash
And rest your head
above my shoulder
I always wanted to feel like
I might grow older
In a field, there's a wound
and the scratches swell
I don't worry, couldn't worry
Because I always fell
So bright eyed
and weary
There's a dark in the night
Under stairwells, through queries
We'll be alright.

Start.

11, 6, 7.
So many ways to tell things apart
We ended everything
From the day we got a start.
And I'll count the numbers,
the words, the rhymes,
The 3am wake up calls,
Begging to be on time.
You hold it once,
Hold it close,
Keep it all together
That's how you make a ghost.
From the corner of your brain.
Count the inches of your heart.
Never knew you, never should have,
Ended it from the start.