The midnight of a cinema black
Skin went back and back
Wrestling between the cush and human touch
Kill the innocence with a first kiss
Fly on the tongues of loose lips
In the classics of clique
Cheeseburgers and milkshakes
Between you and me
They warned the naïve
The wrestle of sticks and leaves
At the madman's mercy
An impulse and quick the grace of lips
Was that you or was it me?
In the grain, of that distant tape
Second time, I defiantly lead the way
Squeeze into the car, In the back of a park
Half the bases covered
More then the classic cliques this way
Let my poet's soul bled in the ink
Kill the innocence with a first kiss
Fly on the tongues of loose lips
I like you and you
I like those of my own kind too
She's not forever
But always be the first one
All this love and I have none
Will forever ever be?
Or is forever just some phantom
And I'm just running through a twisted dream
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
