Road To Pieces

2014-06-25 16.26.32

Death and I almost met happily on a bridge

She called and I went to find out what she looked like

Excited I wore my best cologne and drove carefully

Smiling finally wanted

Hands felt around my waist dancing fears away

No one ever kissed me like thoughts of finality

I could be the failure I am with her without question

Unconditional love for my submission

Whispered in my air with the sweetest breath

Stop fighting the inevitable meet between us

 

 

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