chucking your life in the bin (Remove filter)
Petrol Green Eyes
Furtively, you smile
as I dive
into your petrol green eyes
we’ve run out of words tonight
My unspeaking lips
form the shape of a silent promise
to burn
my house to the ground
For there is only
you and me now…
And I hear the screams
of my old way of life
And the swirl of ashes
of somebody’s broken heart
And a twinge of shame
so swiftly erased
in the rising dance
of f...
Friday 6th January 2023 12:24 pm
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