Deep breaths are rare
More often ash drags through the streets
I see those eyes on top of every mountain peak
I used to look away when yours and mine would meet
We'd watch wrinkled heartbeats sputter-crash against concrete
You held me firm and hollow for a flawless month
I left my heart to blister in the August sun
I'd soon let it dry up before those blinding sunshine eyes
If it meant I'd get to kiss your ink and collar one last time
Close enough to singe my hair, but turn my body gold
You're my midnight fireball
Impossible to hold
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Deep breaths are rare
More often ash drags through the streets
I see those eyes on top of every mountain peak
I used to look away when yours and mine would meet
We'd watch wrinkled heartbeats sputter-crash against concrete
You held me firm and hollow for a flawless month
I left my heart to blister in the August sun
I'd soon let it dry up before those blinding sunshine eyes
If it meant I'd get to kiss your ink and collar one last time
Close enough to singe my hair, but turn my body gold
You're my midnight fireball
Impossible to hold
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