The wind, like fire, burns through my brain and sears my throat like bile. A spark ignites my world. Your life falls into the world like a meteor across the galaxy. Like a nuh-nuh-nuclear explosion... bathing the earth in a soft glow for just a moment. [or two] Romance discovered you in the womb and tuh-tuh-took over future development. But, that beauty hid from your father's hand as it caressed your face and kissed it violet. But, they got the worst of it through your shining eyes. They tell the story etched on broken stone and dredged with sand.
The blood that you bear kills you as it makes love to you. The salty-sweet down your cheek mixed with the sugar in your yet-be-so comforting voice... happiness worn on your sleeve til you roll them up past your elbows to hide the shame and reveal another. Scarlet thread wraps itself around your wrist as time passes and you barely even notice it anymore, but everyone else does. The feeling is gone and so is your mind. It died in the morning.
Black and blue shield the hazel from happiness, and encase your heart in leather. He did that to you, but you don't hold it against him. I wonder if she kissed him after you broke his jaw, but we'll never know. that's in her locket for the future when she's breeding daisies rather than rosebuds.
Lacing your shoes one step at a time, the cards are back in your favor. You may not be able to keep your finger off the button but at least you can know that he can't either. They long for you to go back and worship their golden feet like princesses on the glass hill. They give you nothing so, you take it... from their cellar and pour it down your throat and mine. Intoxicating us to the fullest extent atmosphere allows. Three hearts surround you head like a huh-huh-halo. One for me, and two for the bottle. but, I can change that with a flick of my tongue and a bob of my head...
The night life holds you prisoner in the lime light. Chained to a mirror and a razor blade... It's been snowing lately, and the rubies that fall in the powder are beautiful. Romance finds her way back into your life and takes over. Evolving into pure lust for human companionship and substance abuse. But that's always been your color. It almost looks as good on you as I do when heat would take over. There's a bruh-bruh-bright light over your shoulder and a dead forget-me-not on your dresser...
The blood that you bear kills you as it makes love to you. The salty-sweet down your cheek mixed with the sugar in your yet-be-so comforting voice... happiness worn on your sleeve til you roll them up past your elbows to hide the shame and reveal another. Scarlet thread wraps itself around your wrist as time passes and you barely even notice it anymore, but everyone else does. The feeling is gone and so is your mind. It died in the morning.
Truh-truh-tragedy.
Black and blue shield the hazel from happiness, and encase your heart in leather. He did that to you, but you don't hold it against him. I wonder if she kissed him after you broke his jaw, but we'll never know. that's in her locket for the future when she's breeding daisies rather than rosebuds.
Lacing your shoes one step at a time, the cards are back in your favor. You may not be able to keep your finger off the button but at least you can know that he can't either. They long for you to go back and worship their golden feet like princesses on the glass hill. They give you nothing so, you take it... from their cellar and pour it down your throat and mine. Intoxicating us to the fullest extent atmosphere allows. Three hearts surround you head like a huh-huh-halo. One for me, and two for the bottle. but, I can change that with a flick of my tongue and a bob of my head...
The night life holds you prisoner in the lime light. Chained to a mirror and a razor blade... It's been snowing lately, and the rubies that fall in the powder are beautiful. Romance finds her way back into your life and takes over. Evolving into pure lust for human companionship and substance abuse. But that's always been your color. It almost looks as good on you as I do when heat would take over. There's a bruh-bruh-bright light over your shoulder and a dead forget-me-not on your dresser...
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