But don't let him write his charm all over your body ;
you'll become another finished notebook,
an already scribbled in journal,
a prescription for madness he paraded around as *love

And it's almost as if
I am an inmate of a hostile commotion
and you
are the visiting  hours
opening  from 3 to 4
always leaving me wanting more
hung in a noose of uncertainity
behind that barbed wire fence

The seconds tick by
the days pass like wildfire
across the dried forests,
spitting eternal sparks
up towards the summer skies.
And underneath it all,

a tempest lies,
all unbridled passions
get wasted away
without any falling stars
to catch them.

you will search for her in every new rose you pick, That's the way of the wildflower,they ruin it for the rest.

Your sharp edges are all I need to make a dull life scarred by my best mistakes

And in the end,
we hung like a chandelier in a desolate church
****** in very way
cursed to have our lights burn for no one

Cause darling when I'm with you, even my demons get ready for dinner and *behave