Midair Love Message
by Poison the Well· from The Opposite of December
kisses are never safe when the residue of old love is left how could i feel lesser when someone better walks around/ waiting for you to call out as your cold hand grasps mine i feel unright/and privleged to be able to look in your eyes same chemical as stars deformed fingers leave trails of hearts in writing could these words be the end or births only meaning crying to sleep is my remedy urgently trying to stand on broken confused legs am i looking for reasons to be happy emotions catch up with me/but im too fast for them