Be careful of her lies.
They try to flourish when desire and love.
As to a slate of red flaking paint. that rises up like fire.
A postcard remains. surrounds her blissful mask. are those pillars of stone. remnants of those picturesque romantics she will slay. no comfort in looking back. my final resting place.
I fear I have already committed. my strength for a search. through all the wreckage. maybe she had lied to me. because the pieces are all missing. life wrecks go unknown.
I know that you had room for two. yet i am shackled to this anchor. this sure is some goodbye. and so she fears no one. too bold to feel sorrow. i am forced to sort my scattered thoughts alone.
And left to view the world. through bloodshot eyes. be careful of her lies. they try to flourish when desire and love. as to a slate of red flaking paint. that rises up like fire. a postcard remains. she fears no one
