A suit on and a fake smile
The modern day tuxedo mask
I tread carefully with you
As if I’m in a dream and I’ll wake up when I grab your hand too tight
A man of subtlety anyways
A soft brush of the lips
Tracing my hand along your hips
Surreal blue flames engulf my fingers
Biting your lip so the feeling lingers
I’m hovering somewhere above this all
Stuck in purgatory with these memories
She didn’t want sweet lies whispered in her ear
She preferred bitter yet honest tragedy
But those words were true to me at the time
Everything so right at the time
You have to see we share some guilt for this crime
Yet couldn’t find the words to mend it all together
-d.r
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