holy sinking ship

All this stupid talk out of this conversation

Only makes it hurt more

On a quiet bed, it’s the springs that do the talking

And it’s us that become the silence

 

Sprawling  negativity in the site

Of your largest hearts

Welcomed with open arms

But devoid of all its charm

 

Tainted fiery lips

Ona plate of succession, a simmer of truth

Calling outside

A love for you

 

Did it ever happen?

Has it taken form?

 

Like cocaine and traumatized green eyes

Two miles long, crossing our eyes

And fingers

As we headed home

 

Maybe there is nowhere to go

But I don’t want to believe that yet

Because there’s no way this cant last

There’s nothing to free
It will return by itself

But to be reminded of the excess

The best light I’ve ever touched
The sweetest smile I’ve ever met

 

 

 

 

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