Cigarettes are like friends, for the right price you can buy them in packs and then burn them... but she's different. She takes a drag off of a lonely cigarette and I realize that my fascination with life begins and ends on her lips.
Ash Grey clouds blocking the sky, ensuring that God won't see my thoughts. The ultimate peeping tom. The calls of vultures are cloaked as sparrows and mockingbirds. I can tell the difference.
When was the last time you held someones hand and examined every scar and detail, as you etched it into your memory? Let's use these fingertips to write secret messages for each other into the sand, and wait for the tide to erase them. Meeting you was like busting out of jail.
Every time I walk away from you the color stays behind. Here's to a Summer in high contrast. Where fresh lips become transparent "I love yous".
Somewhere in between the hell that has become the souls of my feet, and the pure heaven that's the arch of my mind, is the purgatory of our hips.
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