𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬

-vii.street

Tingling lips, cold feet;
I screamed on repeat
just like an old cassette
in a romantic conceit
Why do I keep coming
back in this street?

No doors, all concrete
Does my love exceeds
or am I just mislead?
The blood dripped; it
hurts like it was a habit,
way that I couldn't feel it

After dark, being hunt
I had nothing to do but
just to go along the run
If I glimpse from behind
there are pointed guns;
the sunlight has gone

Tingling lips, cold feet;
a crimson with discrete
cascaded across the sheet
Bullets were too deep as
torrent of red streaked
across the street where

he conceded a defeat

Juliet