Dissolving into my pillow
Traffic lights spash
Sober faces
Champagne glasses
Piercing their hearts
Quiescent
Hollers
From the war down below
Bang
Bang
The holographic drums are off
Iced tea dripping out of your eyes
Traffic lights
Painting your aura
Your fast asleep
Yet you still feel
The chaotic serenity
YOU ARE READING
kiss me goodnight and tell me i'm pretty
Poetrydo you think we'll be in love forever?
