The Pink Parlour

What you got for me? What have you brought to my jaded table? Money Good sex Pillow talk Where’s your heart? Where’s your loyalty? Where’s the trust? My peace? I bring relaxation baby A full heart Unquestionable loyalty The blue prints to a wife In sickness in health Rich or poor I bring new eyes The sun to its feet I take the liquor from your arrogant lips and become your water I take the distraction of marijuana smoke Out of your lungs and give you fresh air A reason to be here a reason to see to be And that’s all you got for me?

I like a gentleman I love a gentle man I love gentle women I like them soft.

  I feel as I’ve torn my skin from my flesh And I am just the hollow skin The empath feels empty  The grounded feels high The sharp feels asleep Dissociated from reality I run to the future for comfort I slip into my past My present confuses me Im unsure of where I am Unsure of where my fate stands Unsure if its mine or gods hands While my own discernment runs in circles  Not knowing where to land.