like old cigarettes and stale paper

I can't...I tried

but ink pours into the air

never landing on paper

and the calligraphy of your skin

warps my lies in neon pink sunsets

that wrap music around the idea of you

it's just the laughter in topaz windows

that lures me to death

or the death of dreams

or the truth that blinds choice

because there is no choice to be made

if I'm lost in the soles of stillettoed words

cutting hard lines into soft girls

with hands that never touch hope

smoke-filled alphabet soup

fails to inspire lines that could

keep your skin against my back

the warmth of it lost in the crisp of winter

wearing white like virgin lace

with blood-red lips

they taste like apples in your dreams

and you...well, you taste like home

but I can't seem to get there these days

there aren't enough words to carry my breath

I tried

but ink pours into the air

never landing on paper

72020

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