The blown speaker thinkers
and the small town ****-its
still live on concrete,
still think little of it.

The green glass windows
still break at violent angles,
the night time swallows
but the kids still hang there.

there are no limits to love
eternal is the closest
we get

dance with me under the moon

and we can be free for tonight

embrace me in your arms

and kiss me like it's the last night of our lives

you will mend a broken heart

which has been broken on to many times

your smile will shine brighter than the stars

and I will fall in love once again

we are now six feet under stars

and you are leaning in to kiss me

and even though you are holding my hand

I swear to god not enough force in the world

will make my hand stop trembling

while our souls intertwine

Lipstick doesn't lie
&
neither do *******.

You do.

It's smeared
all over your face
&
they're missing.

He undressed
her seductive
     mind.