Little Joe...

Speak to me...

Talk to me...

What's on your mind?

Distractions everywhere.

Don't let go of the rope.

Please hold on to hope.

Listen to me.

So much will transpire.

You'll see death, you'll feel pain.

Experience laughter, so nice, and illusions of love.

I'm close to you like never before.

I'm showing up for you when no one else will.

When you fail and get betrayed.

God will carry you.

I held on to your dreams, little Joe.

You're an artist, creating worlds of mystery and misty trees.

You asked if I have any scars or traveled far.

We traveled to foreign places.

Hands filled with vices.

Transformed into a derelict

My mind is dark and my heart is cold.

Hey little Joe, you'll need to take it easy.

The world is complex and the people live for vanity.

We're all dancing in the club to the upbeat.

Yet sorrow rests as leaven beneath it all, alone and hollow.

Little Joe...

Speak to me...

Talk to me...

What's on your mind.

Distractions everywhere.

The silent calmness in the night resonating the magnitude of sorrow.

But try and find peace tomorrow.

The day started off so cold, my mind spinning so slow.

I need someone to hold.

My heart is broken, and my throat is choaking.

There's no sense in smoking.

The feelings keep coming back.

Work to collect the green now you're laying beside an embolmbing machine,

I need to hear your voice once again.

But alas, this chapter has lapsed.

Is it time that I moved on?

I'm not sure where to go, I lost the road.

I just know that the day started off cold.

Now I'm all alone.

I need someone to hold.

My heart is about to unfold and explode.

Gental spirit, keep my mind under control.

Speak to me with a tender tone.

Put my heart at rest, lay my head on your chest.

Like a lava lamp, we clash and dance together.

Molded together, never far apart.

Two souls joined as one.

Whenever you're stuck high up I'll help you down, so don't frown.

When we're prideful, we get cold and fall.

When we're humble, we get warm and rise.

Our personalities collide yet mold us together.

We hold each other so tight and tethered.

Rubbing against each other so smooth.

This thermogenic love we have is explosive.

We clash and dance together.

Molded together.

Joined as one.

You and I burn the night together.

Our hearts seared together.

When I gaze into your eyes, I feel our souls sewed together.

We're meant to be together.

Your diaphanous hair glimmers and glairs off the walls and to my face from the morning light.

I hope you slept alright, you never left my sight. Your gossemer skin, melts the mental pain away.

Your vivaciously morning smile mirrors your heart.

There's something new to learn from you everyday.

There's never a dull moment with you.

Our love for each other will remain unchanged.

The mallifluousness of your voice awakens my soul.

This song is a marceaux, I'm no Edgar Allen Poe, but I'll write with the blood of my heart.

Let's burn the night together.