ditto

cold hands
Ice cubed fingerprints
reserving one last ciggarette
for feelings
Nights just like this

Portrayals
dreams of un-turned wheels sit starkly on the side yard
Sying if youd only fix me we would be much better off

but when on earth will it be likely
When on earth will we become
something that the wind wont snuff out a
and that we could rise above

you give yourself up for a heartbreak
and your soul up to the moon
if anything could save your face
would you assume that you coul hold it?
that you could touch it?
that you could even keep it near?

the only process that could cleanse you would be simply
perservere
on through the darkness
and be welcomed by the light
ive got a picture perfect answer that would never question why