She is a moth to flames,
fluttering so beautifully.
The night's light sparks her heart,
pumping doses of adrenaline.
**Thump..
Thump Thump
Thump**
Pulsing.
Music booming, cocktail burning;
an Orange Twist in her hand.
*Hey baby, can I get you another?
******* You fine as hell!
Hey cutie, wanna dance?*
Yes, she is a moth to flames,
always fluttering so blindly.
***** scalds her tongue and down her throat;
confused yet she twirls in the blaze.
The strands of her life unravel into
another unfamiliar home,
with another unfamiliar face.
The smell of white lies lined across the table,
a familiar friend to ignite her heart's beat.
**Thump..
ThumpThumpThump**
Pulsing.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
She is a moth to flames,
fluttering so beautifully.
The night's light sparks her heart,
pumping doses of adrenaline.
**Thump..
Thump Thump
Thump**
Pulsing.
Music booming, cocktail burning;
an Orange Twist in her hand.
*Hey baby, can I get you another?
******* You fine as hell!
Hey cutie, wanna dance?*
Yes, she is a moth to flames,
always fluttering so blindly.
***** scalds her tongue and down her throat;
confused yet she twirls in the blaze.
The strands of her life unravel into
another unfamiliar home,
with another unfamiliar face.
The smell of white lies lined across the table,
a familiar friend to ignite her heart's beat.
**Thump..
ThumpThumpThump**
Pulsing.
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