Bloodlet Moments of Feeling

The breaking down at dawn did nothing I bled ancient pop top ruins resurrected in the hollow that once was you branded and braided fingers tangled in your colored hair I was stuck peeling off dried glue we had once loved to inhale I inhaled the beauty swirling about that mind could there ever be such a better time that captured me without a rhyme there was no reason it was just a season added with a pinch of thyme I was the lemon you were my tea together we felt free even tho we were nailed to our own tables I could surely eat it was no easy feat walking separate streets a gentle guiding hand afraid of a little sand "imprégnez-moi" what was said drinking/dreaming in our bed one could want no more no more oh no more ~ the sun she stings my eyes I never meant to cry no, I never meant to cry