They, on chairs;
say the road seems narrow...
Lips curled, nestled
softly around a burning...
Echoes of my quite laughter
wound the air like a crash...
Soft hands caress colours of the rainbow,
the earth beneath my toes spurs...
Tequila kisses linger
Only for salt to sour your taste...
I dreamed about
you last night...
The night is sound asleep,
but my heart is not to keep...
Admittedly,
I'm haunted still...
You are
a floral cologne of bottlebrush...
A month ago,
he flew off...
I have only known
what bitter tastes like...
She never asked him once
about the wrong he did, never...