An empty hope. A broken shield.
A girl with a handful of dope, in the middle of the field.
I chase it long enough to finally stop and stare far down, grab a thought of reality.
Those are all lies. It' a lie.
I cross the river, you cross my mind.
I thought it would go away, but it always seem to rewind.
The wall of guts you built for years,
and a ball of numbness that you created in just a couple of blinks.
Can't you see I'm tired shedding tears?
Will you stop and come real, if in the next two hours I'll be burning love burning inks,
save you dusts of euphoric whispers, to keep you satisfy.
The path my hands follow on surfaces of you morning pale skin,
the way I lend my tongue on yours,
to keep your mind around me.
To inject my shadows for hours,
and engage threads of spells in places where it should be.
Another heart to heart isn't enough.
Another glass of red wine I thought would compensate.
Tastes pure bitter, with a hint of sour flushes. Tastes different.
You taste different.
In to you, above you, under you, beneath you, on top of you.
Love is in a different level of perfection, of purity.
Love is in a sealed envelope just in case.
Love is deeper than the ocean.
Love should be warm, not cold.
Love is when the red wine turns super sweet.
Love is..
what?
