You’re the words I fit in right
You’re the face that makes my days bright
Hold me, I will be your light.
Your mind is where I wrong to wander
Your hands as full as barrel of monkeys
You give me letters so hard to ponder
With keen eyes, you hand me the knife and draw me to the abyss.
Do you seek the flame from where we first met?
Do your heart desire my presence like the poles of a magnet?
Just like the stars hidden in the daylight you made me cry hues and fade
Corporate windows of vanity I used to open but now it turned into cussing blade.
It doesn’t stop bleeding
It doesn’t stop hoping
That tomorrow will be as bright as her fiery red chapstick
Or the cherry lips you vivaciously used to lick.
My old man’s wind reminds me of mind over heart
Mind ought to be running over the world that shines
Cranky and messy, I find your name in the colors chart
Engraved in a silvery but dangerous nines.
Revival of life has caught me wrecked
Regrets of the past enlightened the craters of the night
Crazy encounters healed and drugged me with meatballs and chicken
Some calls me the lost paradise, some calls me the pineapple mystery.
Final words for you
Dead End for us
Gone is the feeling
Good bye, good bye.
(Disclaimer: I do not own the photo.)