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
lost logic. 