Kill me in a bed of grass
To avoid any bridges that come to pass
I’ll lay in wait for an eternity
If you promise an embrace with no pity
These blasting lights send me underground
Give me your forest to create a shroud
Neon floods will exist no more
Smother me with vines please I implore
Sprout trees taller than skyscrapers
So I catch myself falling through a thousand branches
Let leaves don the concrete drapers
For if you do all this I will have no chances
taste
for
words
we are
an
chaser
chalkboard
blackened
by
white
erasers
fingernails scrape
down the backs
of
curtain
drapers
clawed
by
my
love
never had
an
love
my kind
of
love
hold me again
dear use me
with your
curves
naked
me's
admire your
taste for words
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