whitelf

I won't forget you i held that promise in my filigree veined heart as I drove past those hallow monuments and the Jesus statue (the one with broken hands) this sunday morning and sat with the windows rolled down and the music turned up the world is bleeding color until it's just 88 keys in black and white i'm laying down next to gravestones trying to remember the dancing (in the parking lot) to music on the radio kissing after closing being so close i can hear your heart (racing) the ashes that hung in the march air your words are dripping ink (blood) on the page as I drive faster into this oblivion of white on w