your words are a pampered art; combination of an italian riviera tide along with french reverie aura

I see you. The real you.
And I think it’s brave and beautiful the way you love despite all the ways life tried to destroy you

when the lights are out,
when everything turns silent...

that's when I lay in bed,
our song playing softly.

in the world of darkness,
I repeat your name like a broken tape...

praying that you'll come back,
hoping that in the end it's still going to be
you and I




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Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,

Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,  
No doubts,

Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,

Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,

your voice is slowly fading
your words too far
to remember clearly
but the discussion between
your fingertips
and my skin,
still blazes wildly
keeping me up at night
like a moth to a flame.

bleach running down my throat
to clean out all your lies
which i swallowed whole