Lick your lips for me one last time.
So I can see the reflection of horror on your face.
The dying whim and other words
deemed poetic.
Everyone has their own path to follow.
But their tracks are on my back.
Ive been crying sunscreen for so
long.
So then when you bring the sunshine you cant see my tears.
How can you say that you will let this fly forever? When you dont
know how long that is.
Trying to understand whats incoherent will only bring more pain than its worth.
And I dont know how long to
go on like this.
Seeing through an insomniacs perspective.
Brings a bunch of new points of view.
Today I watched the sun rise on
grey and clouded skies.
Ive been crying these tears for so long.
