broken hearts

in my eyes

in the corner of the matinee

like a shadow cast aside

another balancing act

on the edge of a knife

firecracker lies

scattered

all over the conversations

moth and flame game

the prize: your fire

the price: my peace

my loves your hostage

i am afraid

that you might **** it with ease

your gleam

your silent attack

makes me want to slip

through the crack

of a broken tile

the heat

subsides

for each passing mile

runaround

cooldown

till you forget

that you forgot me

where will i be?

who knows...

might even

take off with the crows