Withered friends blend
Starshines and midnight coke lines
For the morning we will part
And with spiky hearts we cry
For the day we met was
Hazy and lazy hands traced
Jet glazes across the sky
And we were two half moon eyes
That trembled to ask
What a broken rope could tie
So high in fact
That we spat gently on ants
Crawling thirsty on our scattered pants
And I rhymed to tickle you
But your mind was fickle
And the words splashed as low tides
Crashed down upon the glass
We smoked, too bitter laughs
In search of why our jokes
Seemed to strangle
Entangled lips that strive
To lock the silent hips
We rocked
And rolled as if only through spliffs
We could smile
And all the while the wind
Whispered somber notes
That choked us till
We broke our eyes
The flood of ****** needles
We raked through the hay
To find
Each other withering through time
And never bothered
To ask each other why

-Chaotic Melodic