16 days.


We will become silohouettes, with the dim light of our glowing cheeks to act as our light. And our outlined smiles will be worthy of poloroids.. I Promise I won't shake.

Faulty endings new begginings,
with moments in between.
Your eyes must be the bluest things,
in this life I've ever seen.
Once again, we say goodbye;
the saddest words I've told
Your hand shall be the only thing,
in this life I'll ever hold.
Embrace the moment, perch your lips
and send me home in bliss.
Your lips must be the softest things
in this life I've ever kissed.
Perhaps someday, you'll see me crouch
with one knee softly knealt.
Your love must be the truest thing,
in this life I've ever felt.

Sifting through the numerous photographs on your nightside table, cluttered with stills of past loves, and losses. And there I was; perched upright in the nicest of means...So I am worthy of a frame..

Please... close your lips, allow me one minute of solitude. Every poisonous, masochist word you mutter is pure venom... So I beg of you, let me be........ I love you; A three syllable crucifixtion.