I guess that’s one way to tell a lie

take to the streets::take to the sky

wanting only light in return

its the only way I know how to burn

there’s a secret trouble: inter nos

you want me close but not that close

try to keep it under covers everyday

your darling fingers just pull them away


About briiian david

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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