I think I saw you in the stars
On my drunk walk home.
The liquor still buzzed in my head
And I was adorned with trophies.
The trophies in question being angry marks
From dark kisses
Of strange men
Whose names I would not remember in the morning.
But for a second,
I saw you in the stars.
I almost called you,
You could’ve talked to the liquor
That was inhabiting my blood.
I’m not sure why I almost called,
I don’t miss you anymore.
Your laugh isn’t the soundtrack of my life,

The Bede wrote a book: astrological

chronology 

And I can’t figure the distance between

Libra and Aquarius signs 

Maintaining old school soundtrack, pocket

full of rhymes 

Stuck in motion like mimes, Out of the box

redesigns

sunglasses on a gray world making it grayer

dreams and aspirations but no way there

My heart and soul are clear but can I

compare

To rough and ready hardcore savior faire?

Committed, building my words layer for layer

Compartmentalize the sighs

The siren blares,
one, two, three....
it's me, the last thing you'll see.
And sadly, no one cares.

Life put the gun in my hand,
a knife at my side,
with no where to hide,
before all is banned.

What was that you said?
Through stitched up lips,
bullet holes in your hips.
You'd rather be dead?.

Cool metal against your skin
betrayal is now a deadly sin,
punishing the offenders,
the great pretenders,

You'll never hurt anyone again.

It's like, what if moths
aren’t attracted to light,
as they flutter chaotically
around the source.

What if the thing we think
is pulling them closer confuses
which way they should go.

Love has been like that.