Comments about Josh Weglarz
Épine De Mon Cœur
That sunlit word scribbled
In lipstick across the dresser
If your looking, you will find me, digging
In gutters and filth, and I wont know where I am.
So deprived and left of reailty.
I hope you are looking
Those sweet words only carry me so far dear
and I have been so ready to dissapear.
Give me your ghost, so I can cling
simmering to your heart. I need this
Just as you need me,
Let it enshroud you
Like the scorch of my burning arms
That would hold you,
In your deepest ...