with lips stained from cheap shiraz
a creak is forcefully spread
your heart isn’t made of topaz
and water is not all you tread
with lungs burnt from red cigarettes
you gasp for air with so much difficulty
with feelings that remain uncertain
you crave to be of a different entity
oh but with a broken heart
that desperately yearns to be repaired
my love, you can’t think straight
much less have time to regret
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
with lips stained from cheap shiraz
a creak is forcefully spread
your heart isn’t made of topaz
and water is not all you tread
with lungs burnt from red cigarettes
you gasp for air with so much difficulty
with feelings that remain uncertain
you crave to be of a different entity
oh but with a broken heart
that desperately yearns to be repaired
my love, you can’t think straight
much less have time to regret
