They kiss sometimes Mostly when the moon is high And the stars are blurry Diluted by the fourth and fifth whiskey Details of this velvet cloaked romance Are kept sparse Once daylight touches their skin Watered down recollections Remain under lock and key Hidden in that dark box Not even the brightest sunbeams *******
So that I can purge these feelings inside of me The feelings and urges Of recent heart cracks That make me Want to hurt you The solution it seems Unsurprisingly to me Is to Write More Words
I don't need to talk. Talking is circles And friends agreeing With every view I see Even though my view Has been skewed By you. It's no secret I'm no fool So why do they do it?
If I could just Gather these feelings On to a page Surely my rage Will subside And then Like a full body sigh Things will- ...feel lighter And you will be More memory Than constant reminder
So here I am Madly scribbling All this time later These words Which allegedly Will release me From all of the Convictions of you
But I write with a pencil Just in case The seasons change and I should ever want to erase These documented tears And instead Pick up the phone And talk circles With a friend Or even talk circles With you.