Wash me in that warm glow
That carries the sweet scent of summer rain
Let my body be bathed gently in bliss
Allow my daydreams to become tears
Carry my lungs to the sea
So that they might drown once more
This feather light adomania is intoxicating as well as numb
Living in a dream
Waltzing in silk sheets
Dining on rhinestone and emerald
This place is not real
No true meaning does it hold, other than that sweet burning sensation that Maddalena must have been feeling
Smooth stone against my skin
Mourning in my hair
These beautiful lies are what softly kiss my cheekbones all the way down to my neck, until i romanticize the inevitable execution of the moons exquisite beauty
I envy you, who may be lucky enough as you are content with your sun whilst I am wishing to understand the meaning behind the words I think
