the sweet smell of smoke , like burning love racing down my throat
filling my body till i swear i can float .
the square root of seven is three?
Little butterflies singing inside,,
hold my hand
"are you listening ?"
A square plus B square equals C squared
Deep dark eyes
your hand , pain becomes alive every where
even in places I though where safe
like inside my head
your suppose to keep me safe
not be the one i fear
time to leave already?