Urge To Die
A dean, a valley, a cove, or a hole.
My positive imaging tells me I can hide
if I choose. And I think I do.
Because I've never worn that perfume,
or kissed the lucky coins that smell like you.
And I don't think you know, in hindsight
you were one of my biggest inspirations.
Possibly because you were just gorgeous
and sometimes you acted as if you didn't see that.
But it all fell down to heroism and
censorship. I needed you to be proud to
have known me. To believe that I (you) really
meant it. To want to be deep. Like a dean,
a valley, a cove, or a hole.