explosions

and all of them were filled

with frozen yogurt, feeling, and sin

twirling around

lets talk about anything else, but you and me

the tiny explosions

are blasting off from somewhere north of stomach

forming nervous cascading out of my mouth

How are you?

"like the sand" 

Metaphors, Similes, 3

Manhattan 

will hold me 

and frankly,

It's warmer under its cover 

than it ever was in your shadow.

so when you visit

remember how statuesque the buildings can be...

they never will never fall for  your wit like i 

did(nt)