I hate it those unmistakably grinds those longings at night 

 

Memories of touching you out of body while I need somebody to

 

Folded over in a lesser space of fields of unkept flowers 

 

Memories only gave me the taste of a forgotten fruit 

 

To the root issue is and now I’m good on the farming 

 

Journeyed through the villa on fire frozen over with the past 

 

Indebted to no one realizing the danger of hells in eyes that I can’t trust 

 

Showing how love means less the lust 

 

Dont suns rise when their aren’t no tides 

 

Invisible actions but focused on the tangible loves that come through when the bar closes after 3 

 

I’ve seen hell covered in ice and heaven to happy 

 

Is earth what it says it is 

 

Maybe not how it looks on the wall in the museum but then there is 

 

Light any unfortunately that burns with passion 

 

The fire left love in a match box barren and morphed under hypocrisy

 

Unsettling the crowded understudy on a planet under flowers 

 

A prison with no exit I hate it 

 

I came and left before my passenger came again 

 

 Another stop detour on the nearest round about if bounce about 

 

Again and again 

 

Torture the turns brakes squeak gas can’t get me there tonight 

 

Please give the feeling on the hood that we gave into 

 

Feel pressure and temptation no shorting of the touch that I can’t withheld 

 

The waves crash tonight 

 

no emergency lights tonight 

 

I’ve never felt this rush before delight