poison breath
days gone by
melting love
daily dose
hate when we curse at each otha’ (hey)
sedated with
dancing gods
filled with love
passion forth
just to sit and lie to each other (eh)
Tag: Lovers
campfire;
i found you,
actually you found me
wounded on one knee
singing the hook of live free,
you make fun of my hair
i loved your passing trains
stories about your loved ones
i still do
i always will
here we are
still telling stories
on hold-
called to make sure
you were okay
said all the things
that were built up
that none of this matters
just as long
as we had each other,
the conversation felt great,
just wish i had the courage
to dial the numbers
chanting your name;
i can hear your heartbeat
roars like an engine
your joy revs up
louder then fans on opening night
louder then the game from the television,
you look good, happy
car insurance;
i never wanted this
but here we are
dealing and wheeling
down the highway
going seventy
with a broken mirror
tears in our eyes
a brick for a brake
glue on the wheel
a dollar for safety
missing in a city of two hundred and forty-nine people
sobered up;
didn’t like what i saw
blood stained lips
black soles
rans wild
like a love child
with a black soul
tiny violin, tiny violet
i never wanted to leave
kicking screaming dreaming
i’ll wake up
alone
sleep alone
waiting for
something
maybe a scene from a film
something wholehearted
with an upbeat song at the end
and come home
alone
324 on the dot;
i remember
what time it was
when everything changed
i remember,
i remember it i remember
it
like it was yesterday
i wonder what
would be different
i feel poorly
for the soul
that does
he missed out
on something great
something unique
something
you’ll always remember
declaration of longevity
i called you
you answered
lets spend time
yeah maybe now,
i think i made it
ya’ll, i think i made it now
down south it’s so sweet
why yes ma i can eat
just lay back it’s my treat, girl
lets spend time
i don’t need to rhyme
to let you know
that i’m worth your time
razzles & finger guns
i crave
your hand in mine;
the touch of your fingers
a long my throat
icy breath
raises the hairs on my arm
like soldiers going into battle
your mouth moves
my ears stopped working
last thing i remember;
finger guns
& 13 going on 30
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