she's got scissors for a heart
rhinosaurs for bones
gap toothed smile when lips part
a dirty floor is as good as home

her mascara smears with tears for a friend
tears she knows will run again and again

she's got the laugh of a child
dinosaurs in her head
in the night her blood runs wild
she sleeps with a man who's dead

success only comes with little or no planning...i have been told i overthink, and i used to think that was impossible...now i see i do...it will be hard to change habits, as it always is...i still have stomach aches...no matter what i eat...let's face it, being adventurers is the only thing we're good at...musician, soldier, writer...these are subtitles...into the dark night i go.