Drunk bee

 Its coming true, I'm not even 20 yet

If love was anything but flowers
You would've been my lily
For so long I've longed for something like glass
Something like wind and white feathers
And clean and big letters in white 

So white
so blinding white.

I'm returning to your throne, I'm walking the steps
This castle could be yours, I could be just a mistress
I could trip on the wine glass and you'll send me to regret
My choice, my voice, my actions to coming to your doorstep
To think that you'll heal me when all you'll do would be to kill and
Kill and kill until there's no version left me
Which has memories of you, your voice and your melodies
You're so fine, you could touch my heart so well
I'm afraid it will either fly or burn in the heat of this mystery.

What are you gonna say, what is it that you're planning?
Are you planning to hurt me, are you thinking of dying?
Can you be my lover, it's an abrupt questions isn't it?
Should I ask you while you write or will you do that for me?

Ahh this fucking hunger, this fucking dilemma of your personality
Why are you like this, like a white feather in a coat of black keys
Take off that slithering cap and show me your true face
Let me see you for who you are, let me know if it's me or not
Is it is it is it, well fuck what it is if it isn't me

9.5/10 by Green

23nov24