That’s My Poker Face

Halls of hallucinations

Fucking a poet Or more accurately Using our bodies to direct a symphony Each kiss placed on your…

I saw your eyes, they had your voice, Telling me of what now is. Cued by a glance,…

Go on, Try to break me… You throw heavy punches, That’s for sure. But I must indeed be…

I think of you Like I do no one else Not only because of the memories We made…

I’m a hypocrite Under duress of my conscience To expose in these lines what is Versus what is…

I miss you baby… I miss the way that you smell in the morning. The way that you…