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Astrobaby Aug 2015
ruined everybodys night
(What a surprise, what a surprise)
Astrobaby Aug 2015
tickles
my memory is hazy but i know it tickled
i remember smoke curling from your mouth
and then into mine
but i was just a *****
but i was just a *****
i thought i was wild
Astrobaby Aug 2015
see, between us, we have one whole heart,
my dear and I have been ripped apart,
and our own hands bloodstained and leathery,
may have been our own demise,
but the guilt is shouldered by mister heart,
oh, mister heart.

see, between us, we cooked up a plan,
the kind of thing a sick man might think,
with the pocket pistol her aunt had bought her,
we could destroy our hearts,
mister and missus heart.

see, between us, shaky legs and midnight hands,
and the smell of roses later,
(Woops, made this public and now I can't remove that setting. It's not done, don't **** a brick.)
Astrobaby Aug 2015
pretty lips with snakelight smile, pretty man with a dusklight bite,

pretty long ago with a soft robin egg blue, (but oh, thats long gone,)

pretty toes and a pretty cottage in the hills, (also, long long gone,)

pretty hair and pretty creekbed, (oooooh...)

and pretty and pretty and
Astrobaby Aug 2015
***** *****
***** man
***** shoes and
***** face
***** *****
***** her
***** ma and
***** pa
***** *****
***** me
***** you
***** us and
***** now
***** ***** boy ***** ***** girl
***** *****
***** *****
***** *****
di
Astrobaby Aug 2015
still* you are the same shades of purple as my sky
you are the same wisps as darting swamp lanterns
you are the same droplets of dew on the flowers i bring
and you are haunted by me
now I'm thinking that maybe
i should have came home earlier
now I'm thinking that maybe, the soil is not me
and i cant belong to it for long
but here i stay
here i reside and no tears will bring me back
i am the same shades of grey as your sky
i am the same wisps as darting darkened lanterns
i am the same as the rain on the flowers you bring
and i am haunted by you
and i gave myself to the dirt and brought myself to this
lowered down by cranes and spewing machinery from my mouth
and it may be sickening and it may be cancerous but it is
and though it maybe be filthy and it may be dusted with my skin
it still is
and deepened as the sky is the city
as deepened as the grass in the fields
so i am in the soil
so i am in the sea
so i am in the trees
so i am haunted
i am still so haunted
by you

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