Some sounds

Probably some man’s preaching the lesbianism is about men gospel, so? Who cares?

I thought i heard you

What did you say? A haze of uncertainty gathers like a cloud, do you like me, or not, was it you

Thru the sound

There’s an american woman going round, at the chemist, i went out to see you, and the rapist was there –

Please, g, come hold my hand?

I dont know what you’re doing, why you’re not here, and i’m not there, when i look in your eyes i dont care

I find you there

Then you’re gone again, i’m alone in my head, the obsidian butterfly trailing away, into the sky’s grey

What did you say?

I catch a glance, i cant live without seeing you, even just once a day, in that moment i know

Everything is ok