LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

Baby, I'm thankful for the air, you breathe the food, you eat; baby, I'm thankful I can see you seeing me knowing that your lap is luxury. That what you speak is pure poetry.  Baby, I'm thankful for your profile. For both your thumbs and every finger, I'm thankful for your eyes that gaze that glaze that graze that last and linger. I'm grateful for your sound mind, your tastes displayed. My heart rings for you as your face's a jewel. I've prayed to God to take this love away, chalk it up to dust and lust. She can scream, she can cry, she can look you in the eye while you both lie, she can say she'll love you until you   die, when every day we all wonder why you stay. Don't throw shade on my serenade when I manufacture marinade for my baby, walkin' swaggin' stately my Don my Trump my Breaking Window     In that house,          I'm your real widow,               ...

Family was a mere word to me. Phantamsnial phenomena, distant memory. Phantom nostalgia comes to visit. The affliction? E xquisite.   You can build that Wonderwall You can be a feather and you can be a stone but just stay and say that  I'm home. Whisper into my mouth, keep all the promises. Buy me that painting carve my name in that tree You can yell, you can critique  but please, don't you leave Too. Can't endure the thought of losing, can't stand this emotive of love.   If I can't get your hugs, I'll strive for shoves.   Because indifference can't win. If we did the wrong thing, it'd be my favorite sin. This feels uncanny, your eyes always shine. My hands will get clammy, won't you please be mine? On every Valentine, on every day. Would you waltz this-a-way and be my Michael Walter? Would you come to replenish my soul with your water? I love you like I love all of the music, I love ...

I saw you, blurred face in your glory haze  kissing on all your bae living out your last days at Ray's "Your Brother" is behind you in almost every photo I got every one      and my mom telling me to let go but they don't know what I know. I'm not the one whom should be embarrassed, cyber-stalker or canvassed?  I bet the new standard  is rancid breath  your inside voice is yelling this new Tarot spread is oh, so, very telling the tale has crash appeal the plot's so compelling  I can't help but analyze what you cannibalize  what you say but don't verbalize  it's the feature that sold me. He's not here to scold me away from reality anymore the reality, it is really, really ugly stop taking selfies so smugly you're a bit too loco, a bit too local,  and mummy & daddy fear your beer isn't low cal  she's so basic so clutch so ratchet so such with her blander banter    wi...

backwards father wandering daughter taught her 123 ABC ego-centrism & hypocrisy. passed down an-ass-cancer-gene to a girl that's been passing out since 13. she guzzles down  whatever's handy while you-- Ronnie -- hardly noted the drip at the back of her throat from all the coke she's coated up her nose to make her face so bloated. on meth she can't sleep The Past makes too much noise. It squeaks. She still hears the boards creak  'members what those boys made her do for toys  sure she's got ten toes but they'll be six feet under when she'll overdose  beneath a white oak tree sooo.... where you be, Daddy? tryin' to be all buddy-buddy when you all fuddy-duddy    too busy off being normal a real  Illinois  boy  while she's ill in Ohio living with the Iroquois  you intervene too late you enable too much and what's ironic to me, is the irony and I got a hu...