Burn
Burn all your bridges
Because the streets are covered in rose petals and cigarettes
And you, my friend
Will never reach the end.
Tie me to the end of the world,
Hang me from the edge of your pearl.
Forget me when our time is up
I don’t want to heal this cut.
I know you’ll move on, free spirit rising
While I’m in the dark, mind’s rewinding
The souls of the past, moving inwards
Towards the sound of cracking cinders
Burning up the days of old
Churning up the dust and mold.
I sit in solemn solitude
My head is silent, heart is nude
You flutter past,
My wound is vast
I make no sound
Feet on the ground
Above my head
Cheeks flushing red
Your blushing laughter fills my room
The absence of your fingers loom
Between my timid fingertips
My trembling resolve gently rips
Make haste,
Or I will surely waste
This moment on a passing fair
I should have told you that I cared.
