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Brie Williams Sep 2020
Red river keeps finding his way back between my thighs
Yes, I know it’s a guy
Because there’s  laughter when the chunky parts shake on my thighs
did I wait too long
Am I really dry?
Is it bad to want, if even just out of spite?
I was hoping I could just go
It wouldn’t take too long to just know
It could come crawling out my heart like you crawled into my soul
But instead I just get told no
Brie Williams Sep 2020
Like time
This feeling is always on my mind
Tried to speak to the icy window
I just cried
Oranges cooking on the stove with cinnamon sticks
Warms my heart inside
But at night or when I see him
I fold-I just die
Please walk my heart home tonight
I don’t think I can find my way back to life
I’m not sure if I’m in the wrong or right
I just need to be walked home tonight
Helpless
Always helpless
When all I needed was help
Or someone selfless
To take an interest me
Or give an ear to me
Don’t need to be watched while I sleep
Some demons moved on or forgot my phone number
So demons can’t call because I don’t want their phone number
You give shots away
Every day
Hoping the bullets never end up strays
Like a dog on the street or a cat in heat
I just keep trying not to lose my mind or any sleep
Brie Williams Aug 2020
We pass around orajel and visine
Manzanas y tangerines
We marvel at red white and green
Hugs are kisses and kisses should be seen
Turning around cookies
so thin
A revolucíon of what could have been
Of girls saying don’t look
And boys saying read books
And the result is being booked and taken back to the truck
Brie Williams Aug 2020
I’m January the winds did howl
Through the floor boards
And my heart
Still
We clung to them
The window shook with each shake
And the stove smoked like a train
My tears froze and my body ached
But I’d give anything to see you again
Brie Williams Jul 2020
Every time I look into your eyes
I realize I’m flying too close to the sun
Brie Williams Jul 2020
I cry
For you
When
harvest moon plays
For me
Brie Williams Jun 2020
Do you understand how hard it is to flet the son of the big lililahoo in the night of the spinetines upon the darlamays oh but what a fine time it is to sway to beat of the *** *** drums once we are relieved of this fiesome pin in!
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