One day the plain was white the sky was grey.
The moon was coming and I was working.
Those are my cold days of February, my days of prey.
I walked and now I’m off but it’s too late to start our fun.
It’s a cold nightmare dress in white outside.
I will use my coat to bend in with my ambient and run.
Minutes after I found my friends looking to go out.
I’m stressed and I need to burn some steam.
Let’s work out and than will figure things out.
I was half dead but lets get out and go.
I don’t care about my smell or my sweet.
Who will I meet just my social family on the low.
We drove to the movies to see My Bloody Valentine.
The tickets were sold out and by mistake I bought tomorrow’s.
“Lets try to get in and see it” but I didn’t need to wait she was standing outside.
The taste of her skin imbedded in my lips crawled back.
Remembrances of the time when you were mine came back.
I just needed to stay there for a minute more to ask you come back.
I told my friend that my ex with her brother over there.
He asked where? I turn back and like a kid you were hidden.
That was funny, as the one who doesn’t feel, never hides her flair.
What does it matter now when time has been done for a while?
I asked someone ones, she told me “you can have 10 kids or more.
But your heart belongs to only one and it doesn’t matter how old is the file.”
I wish it could be true but seeing you just causes me pain.
I drank the rest of the night until I saw the beginning of the day.
I prey God to take me again because my heart is cold and I’m rain.
