I'll cross my eyes  Ill call teh crows,  open my face,  reroute my nose. crack the concrete clear the ground, find comfort in that breaking sound

This message that you sent could not be more clearly writ then if it were tattooed on the backs of both of our hands. 
Did you make that up yourself or was that something that you read? 
Your face, like a book, memorized in my head. 
When the shadows stop their gather, will this end with us one on top of another; fingers freaking out because they've always remembered. 
This little one will never take comfort in the nights embrace. 
Our painted nails will drag holes in this beauitful fucked up place. 

Open your mouth, Let the moths out, fold your twin tongues, wring your wet lungs

This message that you sent could not be more clearly writ then if it were tattooed on the backs of both of our hands. 
Did you make that up yourself or was that something that you read? 
Your face, is the book, memorized in my head. When the shadows stop their gather, will this end with us one on top of another; fingers freaking out because they've always remembered. 
This little one will never take comfort in the nights embrace. 
Our painted nails will drag holes in this beauitful fucked up place. 

open your mouth, let the moths out, the build up makes clot let go, let go