Do you remember the way you loved to get high but how, in most of the days, i wasn't tall enough?
Still you had some sort of a thing to lengthen me without asking. Call it a medicine's allure ,a dream's spongy peel, the sweet taste of a pill and nevertheless the brutal & saturated humidity (or maybe the innocence) of a tear.
Do you recall the others dramas while ours would remain traumatic,unspecific,but lovable .No map would direct your eyes ,or sorrow , or your syrupy fakeness across my body yet unpatched , but definitely bruised and calling for more.
Did you ever see yourself mirrored in my lids , with your imbibed dark circles and skinny smiles?'Cause I could have shot a picture of you with my pupils dead an burried.
You did provided me perpetually with runaways provoked by your overworn lips and scattered impulses all over my cerebral being.That was my greedy need.
Do you ever retrieve the moment of wiping heavy rain off a spirit rather than off a stand-by modded piece of flesh?The fingerprints are still there,you know..
You would confess yourself in an undersized moment as being concluded long ago.But if you ask me ,or even if you don't ,you seemed as being started for forever now .And if forever means never to you , well ,then i'd say that your 'never' is everlastingly ,boy.
Is your forever-never and a day cured now?
Darling,your mantra's doused in the flatline of your 'magic potion'.
Does it still work for you?
Never did I flood your empty spaces nor introduced myself as who i was to a somebody that might've never been.
