Lovers in the Night

A Boy With Roses

Nothing will ever last, so we fall through the night                                                                        

Like lovers in history, together at the shoulder                                                                          

We are atomic and this love will never end                                                                  

We are spiders in webs of deception                                                                                        

Living like there's no tomorrow, we are hollow                                                            

With no structure our minds are plagued with self doubt                                                

Parallel and ominous, we grow close                                                                                  

But cut the fabric and fray in this trepidation                                                                            

A nightmare we can't comprehend                                                                                      

They say our love is a crime, but I'm not ashamed                                                                  

I fly like a dove in the sky                                                                                                              

I breathe you in and remember you fondly                                                                          

And wonder why all those years stood for nothing                                                              

Just a vine out of control                                                                                              

Bones break and fall to ashes like pillars                                                                          

Love permeates and touches the heart of sinners                                                            

And if death is true, I will meet you at the edge of nothingness                                                  

If death is true, I will meet you at the edge of nothingness.

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2021 18:53
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