Flirting Lips
A moment will come and hit you,
for a choice must be made;
there will be tears shed;
demons will be born
out from the ashes of dreams,
but who is going to be deserted
and who is going to be the
deserter?
I guess,
it depends on how we see it...
Hey now,
do not cry my love
the toll of the Bell has not been rung
yet...
the sound you just heard was
someone's rain-beat hope
hitting the
ground...
It's two o'clock in the morning.
Empty sidewalks
curling in and out of gray parking lots,
street lights blinking,
flirting with my sleepless eyes.
Oh, I do not want to look at them...
Alone, wrapped within
the shadows of my chilling thoughts,
stepping over broken bottles and
shallow evidences of fast-love
left behind by static-less lips.
I guess, without promises it is easier...
Hey now,
is this what I really want?
Skylines of my beliefs telling me otherwise
yet...
electrical storms of drowned sins
thundering in my
chromosomes...
It's four o'clock in the morning.
I stumbled into my car.
Through a rain forest of green lights
abounded roads ahead,
inviting me to reach the speed of light.
Oh, I do not want to drive home...
Cold, unfinished coffee spills on me,
washing away the corners of my certainty
and all I can see is you
smiling at me
on every stop sign...
A moment will come, as you are elevated
and you must choose a crashing site.
There will be many arms to catch you
yet only one pair will remain,
and hallow hands will fade away,
but who is going to be the lover and
who is going to be the
unloved?
I guess,
it depends on who is around...
Y'guys don't mind if I enter this into the contest, right?
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