A couple stands
Boxes in hands
Against sunset's orange hue
A final look, a restive glance
At a house too large for two
Broken toys, a ratty mattress
Where a thousand nights were slept
Behind closed doors
And shutrered windows
Where they raged
They laughed, and wept
Your eyes they glimmered
Lit like a fire within
Blood-red lush lips
Visions drenched in sin
I moved in to taste
My patience worn thin
A single tear fell
Temptation did win.
Ashes from fire
Depth of the sea
A brokenhearted's symphony.
"Oh damn, that face deserves another look." I turn around; only to find myself completely alone on the street. My heart had never beat so hard, before.
I ought to get my hands on a new model, soon.
If only those stares could burn me into nothingness.
The last pizza slice is always yours.
Suffocating; gasping in the void left by what was lost.
