Her Tongue Was Tattooed On The Back Of Her Teeth by Old Gray
And every moment I lose without you,
fighting interference between my mind and the tip of my tongue, I am lost.
Tripping over my words, over insanity, racking my every thought, drowning this conviction behind an apathetic mask.
A numberless cigarette lit twixt my fingers, burning like the fire that beauty held in your eyes, piercing me like a conscience,
shattering the glass of memory reflecting my imperfections, smoldering bridges sinking behind me in hopes for a second chance. So embrace me, dreams, for you are mine
awake to a whirlwind staying swift through my fingers, my dream of you was all I had.
So give me a heart where I can’t feel, for all I need in my life is that which eludes me,
that which I let get away, remaining a haunting thought
of what could have been.