Sacre Bleu

Between curtains the sun shines like your eyes the night before I fell asleep. Right now the lights are out and so is ambition... while these lethargic wrinkles in the sheets keep me company. Thinking of the sunset from the suns point of view. I can not (sh)allow myself to do this anymore.

During the day all of the suns rays point to the art of keeping up disappearances... and autumn is a season full of scents and spells that keep us coming together. I really just want to spin every negative thing from this year around and make it spit out confetti for you. A parade for your encouragement. Love is forever, so get out while you can.

My eyes are a full moon and you are the wolf, making my pulse stream in reverse. I know you only loaned me your heart for the winter, but would you mind if I borrowed against it?