Sunburnt minds and
Lazy sundays, no
Words or empty
Phrases - we’re
In a poetry state of mind
Words or empty
Phrases - we’re
In a poetry state of mind
Nothing else matters when
We’re talking, when
We’re talking, when
I’m with you
I am mine
Now I’m
Broken.
The bubble:
Popped, gone. Then
The weight wears down.
I am mine
Now I’m
Broken.
The bubble:
Popped, gone. Then
The weight wears down.
I don’t want
To be your friend
To be your friend
I just want
To kiss your neck
To kiss your neck
And hug you for three hours
Is it too late
To talk?
Sitting by the fireside
There are many things on your mind but
Only one of them is
True
Raging flames
No match for me
I try and see but
Smoke
It blinds me
And you’re pouring
Fuel like liquor
Sweetly
Over me
With hate in your eyes
And still
I love you
Push me into the black.
And I rise.
True
Raging flames
No match for me
I try and see but
Smoke
It blinds me
And you’re pouring
Fuel like liquor
Sweetly
Over me
With hate in your eyes
And still
I love you
Push me into the black.
And I rise.