I just wanted you. I just wanted you. Two lovers Fell victim to each others view.

There’s always a woman. What men sail oceans for, fight for, write for, lie for, and die for. The love of women has been motivating men since the beginning of time and nothing has changed. Letters, poems, books, page after page of inspired beauty captured meant to persuade the timeless art that is women. Everybody else caught in the crosshairs are mere casualties. A pursuit worth mentioning due to the ageless efforts of broken hearts.

Once it’s settled we have each others best interest everything is a lot easier

Words can change minds, start a war, comfort you, enslave a race, save a life, spark an idea, spark a revolution, make you smile, humble you, move you, confuse you, remind you that you’re worth something, end a genocide, connect a nation, change the world. Words can crush you, and make you grow up. Words can fucking manipulate you, persuade you, and evolve your whole way of thinking, your whole way of life. Words can change you,

So why don’t we use em better… theres so much I don’t know, and theres so much I should know. And we swear we have all this time but really we don’t. Just an illusion of time. Idk what I’m talking about, I just know the power each one of us has, and waste.

Hot pursuit came to a halting stop. Excuse me miss prompted a headshot (BOT) unsettled I lie still met by frozen ice Hard metal, her toes in red heels stepping over rose petals, she walked without a heart. Enraged desire left me alone with my thoughts, smoke from the fire had me at a loss. Damn never been gun downed before now, and I don’t like it. After I fell rolled a L to the face, bag of chips replace this nasty taste. Still on my mind though,

She, still on my mind though, still on my mind though…red high heels walking over me but what do I know

What wonder with words wist,

Where we waited left faded in a mist. 

Would want to live forever but not like this.

Wrapped in a wish of love, found in a kiss

laying in bed trying to remember last night. A hangover where death is looking back at you as you look out the window feeling the grey skies… 

fucking…why