And we will bleed into the city.
Our souls will start to disintegrate.
Under heavy skies,
Clothes dripping wet in the rain.
Your eyes holding storms inside.
Bringing the fantasies we concoct to life.
An exchange of words, not much to say.
Tounges clashing as fingernails are dragged across skin.
A blank canvas is filled with Inc.
Memories painted across walls in black and white.
They show signs of you and I.-H