To the One Who Has Never Prayed/Hated
I want the sun on its static day
I want the blue wavy reverb of heaven sounds in my ears
tremolo everything
Want back those few London nights
want them back like smack wants the vein of her most dedicated junkie
Kiss god Delilah December and feel golden death
I want the sun pulsating inside of my skin
I want you rouged and druggy
black and blue
When I cross you...kill me then kiss me
-then say you love me...
Only then will I believe your guise of truthfulness i've only heard lies about
Tremolo everywhere in my brain
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2010
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