twirling on my lips like
the summer I fell in and out of
love
so quickly it left me paper-thin and
bruised, but
I am transformed and
transfixed by these butterfly-quick eyes that
dart purpose fully beyond my
horizon and for once pierce through
this thin, shadowy facade and into the
part of me that loved them.
I could kill these stars in your eyes
easily but for once I don't mind the constellations.
where's the redbull?Craps being written in the middle of the night.
These weak eyes won't shut.Leaving me stranded on this chair again.
The coffee seems to work.Staying up till morning.Companions?none.
or maybe i need to go.go far far away to a land no one can find.
where i can act like i want and know that no one is watching.
Life would be better when its 30 hours a day 9 days a week.4 days of weekends.
Or would it be worse?
you are so confuse and don't know what you're talking about.
Shine the light thru your face.Face the truth.
Let the heat melt on you.and if you don't know what im talking about,neither do I
