Sunny And Cold

Two things I love…

No prof of income for the pain in my eyes…

Or yours…

Your deeply offended by…

Every guy who says good bye after they’ve had you…

For one night…

Used like a topless doormat…

We crossed paths…

Sunny and cold…

Dreams that fortold our mixmatch…

Best friends on the same path…

To secretly not want to die alone…

We just want to die sometimes…

Eyes closed behind a closed casket…

The only show ups the dirt being poured over us…

By life and death…

No fresh breaths of air…

Polluted Skys grey…

Eye spy no shade…

Jumping into a pit of snakes…

Just to play with…

They remember our names…

More than the faces that say they love us…

Sunny and cold…

left us alone…

The world is a dog…

We are just the remains of bones…

Gang catastrophic war zones…

Understanding each other…

from spirits across the globe…

Till it kills us…

where already strong…

Sunny and cold…………