we met only every midnight
by the dark sea in moonlight
where the driftwood pile
of our common heart ache
was put on top of the other
to burn it down
and mourn for a little
we had too much whisky
with a decaying *****
pressing our nicotine lungs
staring at the hopeless fire
and stepping on the dark sand
we belonged to no one
and no where
the earthquake vibrated
our empty soul
leaving the driftwood pile
with the thin air
the warmth of fire
and the sentimental shore
that night we planned
our tender demise
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
we met only every midnight
by the dark sea in moonlight
where the driftwood pile
of our common heart ache
was put on top of the other
to burn it down
and mourn for a little
we had too much whisky
with a decaying *****
pressing our nicotine lungs
staring at the hopeless fire
and stepping on the dark sand
we belonged to no one
and no where
the earthquake vibrated
our empty soul
leaving the driftwood pile
with the thin air
the warmth of fire
and the sentimental shore
that night we planned
our tender demise
