Jan
30th
Sun
30th
I cant stand to look at you again
the serpent in your heart strikes at me with rabid dejection
unveiled by the angry stones you cast into the ocean of your madness
I cant be near you
as you empty the well of our affection
and poison the memory of genuine love
every day cant be the fucken 4th of july
and fireworks don’t always fly
sometimes
a warm embrace under the cool darkness of dusk
a simple touch upon the face of loss
is enough passion for the heart to get by
