These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.
I know these things
tear you apart inside.
The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.
These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.
Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.
These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.
As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.
I know these things
tear you apart inside.
The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.
These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.
Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.
These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.
As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.
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